Our 2.5 quart Corningware cracked. Right down the side. But for some reason, unknown to me, I didn’t throw it out. Even though I had replaced it. It’s gone now.
[This is not actually the broken one that lived in our cupboard for months. I forgot to take a picture of it.]
This is something we finally gave back…after, oh, three years, maybe longer. It’s my parents’ and my mom brought something to town in it. Maybe when J was born. Possibly before that. We sent it home with them the last time they were here. Finally we remembered…
[This is not actually the one that sat in our cupboard. I forgot to take a picture of it.]
