I don’t usually cook with the microwave. It’s used for warming this or that and popping pop corn, but I was in a hurry. Everything was going really smoothly. In fact I even thought to myself as I tossed the zucchini that, “I’m really good at this multitasking thing!” I nearly broke my arm patting myself on the back.
After prying my fingernails out of the ceiling I looked at the microwave. Through the door I could see the platter still turning, but instead of my trusty glass casserole, I saw pieces of glass covered in rice!
The casserole dish had exploded!
I was given this dish many years ago, perhaps fourteen years ago, and it has been my most trusted dish. It’s held everything from Shepherds Pie to Green Bean Bake. I love this dish, it was one of a kind, and I thought it was my friend. Sniffle.
Yet, all good things come to an end. In this case a very loud, shard shaped end. Uggh! I’m just thankful it didn’t burst in the oven! That would have a terrible mess.
So, for Mother’s Day, I’d like a new casserole, but no glass please.
Oh and we had au graten potatos. I'd lost my appetite for rice.