I wish I wish I hadn't smashed that dish.

I can be uncoordinated and illogical at times, but normally I leave the spectacular displays of klutz-dom* to others. This, however, would be an exception to that rule.

I'm not pleased at all that I smashed this pot lid. It was one of the key players in the sophisticated, mostly improvisational semi-weekly performance I like to call "Makin' Curry". This lid was instrumental in the all-important simmering process, and would encourage my creations to bubble and thicken to a wonderfully delicious consistency, and all without losing any flavour. I can't believe it's gone. I've abstained from making any curries since I broke it... partly out of a weird form of self-punishment, and partly out of respect for the corresponding pot, who is probably only at the "bargaining" part of the five stages of grief right now.

Not to mention, the whole set was a wonderful gift from my wonderful mom, who is probably reading this and shaking her head with amused disapproval (I swear to god I was sober! It just slipped off the counter when I was washing up!).

Anyway - silver lining and all - I'll be damned if that pot didn't splinter into a pretty amazing looking disaster after coming to an abrupt meeting with my kitchen tile. So I took a picture of it.


Call me morbid if you will! I DID IT FOR ART!!!!!!!


*I totally can't stand the word "klutz". I guess it's apropos that the word itself is awkward, unflattering, and impossible to say without feeling like an idiot.