And Yet ANOTHER for the Stupid Archives

I should just create a whole label for "Stupidity," because that's apparently my new hobby.

Yesterday afternoon after canning the salsa I had made the day before, I did all the dishes and, as I usually do, put the big pot I had made the salsa in on a hot burner so it would dry quickly and could then be put away. My big pot that I love. The indispensable, perfect big pot that I actually dedicated a whole (admittedly somewhat lame) post to not very long ago.

Then I went outside to harvest pole beans and tomatoes. About ten minutes into this activity, my sister-in-law came out to tell me there was an empty pot on a hot burner on the stove.

Shit.

I asked her, of course--and quite calmly considering the circumstances--to turn the burner off. Then I ran inside to find that the MiL had taken the pot off the stove and that the copper core bottom had actually come clean off the aluminum bottom of the actual pot. Some aluminum had melted onto the stove, but the stove was okay. The pot, however? Not okay. Not at all. Not salvageable.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.

So that was the end of my favorite pot of all time. The MiL was actually about to leave for the Small City, so she found a replacement pot for me. It's the same brand, the same size, and the same general style, but it's just not quite the same. Not quite as heavy, not quite as nice. My fault, though, so I can't complain.

I can swear though, right? Right.

SHIIIIIIIIIT.