The other day I was boiling hotdogs for my husband and the burner shorted out/exploded and ruined my favorite pot by burning a hole in the bottom. I’ve had this pot since the mid-70’s; I’ve moved it all over the southside of Birmingham and north Alabama and now it’s ruined. It’s not that I’m such a good cook. It’s that the pot and I had a shared history. I brought it to my marriage 25 years ago. I boiled baby bottles in it. My daughter uses (correction: used) it to make fudge I can’t quite bring myself to throw it away. Somebody asked if I had let the water boil out and burned it that way. NO. The pot was full of water and it went all into the top of the stove. What a yucky mess. There’s a hole in the coil where it burned out/exploded. I’m not sure exactly what happened, my head was turned. At first, I thought it was the microwave, but it wasn’t that. And something else happened to the wiring for, on the back of the stove where the dials are, the light remains on indicating a burner is still hot. It has me discombobulated. That’s not really a word according to Spell Check but I like to use it. I think it’s very descriptive of how I feel sometimes. Mail-order Target offers a replacement for the Farberware and it’s called “Classic.” I should say so….it is a classic. Here’s a picture of the pot and burner:
Knitting is coming along with the Central Park Hoodie but I need to learn how to do short row bind off for the shoulders. YouTube and other sites are very helpful. One that I like so far is “Nona Knits.” I’ll be glad when I learn how to link. It’s cold, and rainy, and windy outside. Perfect for knitting.