First the bottom fell out of my garlic press, then my heart got broken, this week it was the turn of my pestle. I was cleaning the kitchen and I moved my pestle and mortar from one counter to another, when the pestle slipped out my hand and clattered on to the kitchen tiles... In the split second before it hit the floor I thought to myself “It won’t break...it’s made of marble/concrete/something else very hard...” But before I had came to a conclusion about what it’s actually made of it was on the floor in two pieces. Damn my stupid butter...er...margarine fingers!Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!
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Oh no!
My whisk broke the other day. :-(
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