To my favorite kitchen appliance:
Life in my kitchen sucks for you, I know. I use you. I abuse you. I don’t often take care of you.
All your predecessors are now living a wonderful life in retirement… somewhere. I’m certain they don’t miss the endless days of slow roasting meats, simmering chili or stewing tea eggs. Sometimes for 48 hours straight without a break.
After a quick dip in a soapy, lukewarm bath and it’s back on the counter to brew chicken broth.
I do appreciate you. I appreciated all of you. I’m just often times too busy to stop and express it because I have a movie to watch or a nap to take.
You do all the work. And then I take all the credit. I’d apologize. I want to apologize. I really do. But we both know I’ll just do it again, and again. Speaking of, I’m having some people over next week. I’m thinking oxtail stew.
All my best!