You know it's never going to be good when Mr. B starts a sentence with those two words. This time was no exception. He took the pot outside to dump the greasy brat water, yes we preboil our brats in beer. He must of gotten carried away with the flinging, the handle snapped right off.
So sad too, I like that pot. It has been with me ever since I moved out on my own. I cooked allot of Kraft mac n' cheese in that pot those first years. In our time together it has seen some nasties caked on the bottom and cooked some amazing yummieness. But now I think it is time to retire this old girl.
Not to worry though, I have another one exactly like her.
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