We Really Cracked Up This Weekend

Here's a little happening that would make a fine addition to my recent posts. You know the ones: I am not making ...  Enough already! I refuse to repeat that title, but here is the account.

It happened on Saturday when we had company.

Sue was boiling the Thanksgiving turkey bones in order to make a big pot of stew later that day to serve for supper. We always do this. We've had the stove for 13 years and have usually done this twice a year: once with the Thanksgiving turkey and once with the Christmas turkey. (Note: with Thanksgiving and Christmas more than 2 months apart, many Canadians cook a turkey on both occasions.)

Sue had just stirred the pot and turned around toward the sink when she heard a fearsome cracking sound. She turned to see this. ↓↓↓↓↓↓

The pot had been on the right front element, and you can see how the cracking spread.

Can I say it now? This really cracks me up.

But no wisecracks from the peanut gallery, please, 'cause we're cracked enough as it is. At least this is what our daughters and grands tell us.

Maybe I should really be on cr---. No, I won't even write that in jest.

Needless to say, the traditional cooking of the stew was halted immediately.

We had a store-bought lasagna in the freezer, and that had to suffice for supper or dinner (your choice). I have read recently that battle lines are drawn over these two words, with folks fighting righteously for their preference. This is the internet after all.

Meanwhile, the boiling of the bones was completed later that day at daughter's place. And the rest of the ingredients will be added and cooked later today for our weekly family supper, which will of some necessity be held at their house this week.

I am pleased to report that in addition to the usual Christmas expenses, we have added a rather large amount in the expense column. Not to worry though as our pensions have been increased by $12/mo for the coming year.

For the price that we were forced to pay for the new appliance, you'd think it would come embossed with gold, but I am sorry to report that is far from top of the line. Besides, the cost is exceedingly inconsequential because mighty rich we are.

Yeah sure. Cough. Sputter. As if. Wishful thinking.

Note: the stove had already been repaired once, and the oven was still a bit off, so after 13 years of use, we did not even contemplate trying to have it repaired.