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.