I broke my pot today. It slipped out of my hands when I was washing it, slammed against the kitchen sink and now has a large crack across its side.
I bought that pot four years ago from the Corningware outlet in Seacaucus NJ; my very first piece of kitchenware.
I cherish fond memories of that pot.
It's survived my bad cooking, countless packets of ramen, spaghetti, macaroni, msg.
Not to mention 6 kitchens (1 in NYC, 1 in Hoboken, NJ, 2 in San Jose, 1 in Santa Cruz and my present kitchen in SF), 5 cities, 5 roommates, 3 boyfriends and 1 cross country move in a UPS truck.
Thank you Pot for your unselfish provision of nutrition the last 4 years. RIP.