elegy for a mixing bowl
i just destroyed our glass mixing bowl.
in my defence, emily had put it on the top of the fridge, so when i opened the door to redistribute the butter, it came crashing down, narrowly missing my foot on its way to the floor, where it shattered rather spectacularly into what looked like a million glass shards. i barely had any warning -by the time i recognised that a large heavy glass object was on its way to the ground, i had just enough time to jump back. lucky for me, i escaped with just a couple of nicks from tiny glass fragments -the mixing bowl didn't fare as well!
which is a pity. i liked that mixing bowl. it was a good mixing bowl.