Requiem: Purple Bowl

Oh purple bowl!  You came to me in an Easter care package my mother mailed me when I was living in Somerville, Massachusetts.  I don’t recall the other things in that package, but I took to you immediately. You were a big bowl, but not very heavy and you got a lot of use.  I planned to keep you with me for many more years.   But no.  You were in the oven, doing your job of proofing bread, and I forgot about you and preheated the oven to 400 degrees.  IMG_5451

No bread for me.  And worse, no more purple bowl.  I’m sorry you didn’t get a longer life.  And I’m also sorry I didn’t get to complete the last thing on my to-do list this weekend. IMG_5452

2 thoughts on “Requiem: Purple Bowl”

  1. Oh no! That’s a pretty thorough disaster. How did the oven fair? I hope there wasn’t tons of melted bowl to clean out of it.

    1. There were drops of melted plastic that I had to clean off the bottom. Then I used the automatic cleaning function to clean the whole oven. Everything smelled like plastic for a few hours, but thankfully I was the only one home. Matt was out of town and the upstairs neighbors were out of town.

      The harder part was scraping the plastic off the racks. I don’t think I got everything, because there is still a short-lived smell of plastic when I heat the oven.

      Multitasking = bad.

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