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Is it odd to mourn the death of a cherished appliance?

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  • Tracy L. Mar 16, 2006 12:55 AM

My immersion blender died on me the other night and since then I've been a wee bit sad. It served me well and I will miss it until I get a new one. I am not crying-sad over this, just a little disappointed. Anyone else have this reaction?

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  1. my 6-quart le creuset dutch oven died a few years ago. I still think of it fondly. Then there was my favorite chefs knife who the husband(ex) decided needed a long soak once and the wood separated from the tang - or the great pan he burnt rice into after falling alseep. You're not alone.

    In sympathy.

    4 Replies
    1. re: bryan

      what happened to the le creuset? i always thought they were nearly indestructable!

      1. re: hobokeg

        I had a favorite 8 quart Le Creuset many years ago. I dropped it, and a big triangular chunk broke out of it. My own stupid fault. It must have landed on its rim. Even though I replaced it almost immediately,I still find myself reaching for the original before I realize it's not there. The phantom Le Creuset. It still lives in my heart.

        1. re: JoanN

          That's pretty much my story two. Except it just cracked down the middle. I actually cried.

          1. re: bryan

            too. duh

    2. One of our wedding presents was a beautiful white souffle dish with parsley painted all around it. I loved it and used it well for more than fifteen years--until the day one of the reversible plates from our waffle iron/griddle fell right on top of it. I didn't sob, but my eyes did tear up. Now I have a nice Emile Henry souffle dish from W-S, which gets a lot of compliments. I like it...but I don't love it.

      1. My old salad spinner is lying in state at Riverside Memorial Chapel.

        1. I still have the waffle iron of my youth in storage somewhere. It had a short and shocked me a couple of times. In a final blaze of glory, it caught on fire and nearly burned my kitchen down. But I couldn't bear to throw it away--they don't make 'em like they used to...

          1. I had an inexpensive English teapot that held the perfect amount of water, a no drip spout, good balance, and heavily stained from many years of use. I moved with the few belongings I had from the hovel I was living in and to this day I don't know what happened to the pot. I went back to the hovel, and it was gone. Now I can only use tea bags.

            1. Most of my stuff, besides being REALLY old, is apparently damn near immortal (including the turret-top fridge out back that's ten years older than I am!). However, one of my favorite things is a white enamel-on-steel coffeepot, the kind you can make campfire coffee in. It was NOS when I bought it, probably 10-20 years old but with its original paper label, and I paid $45 for it at the Nashville Flea Market. In the 20 years since then it has sat on my stove and boiled thousands of gallons of water...but now the enamel has been flaking off the bottom, bit by bit, and there's some exposed metal down there now, and I know that one of these days I'll hear a hissing noise and there'll be my coffee water, dribbling out onto the burner. And then I will truly mourn it, 'cause it's the best boilin' pot I've ever had, and it sure is a handsome thing for being so plain and all.

              And then I'll sell it to someone for purely decorative purposes, probably for $45 or so.

              1. I had a hand mixer that I gave away to a neighbor's daughter who was setting up her own apartment. I had gotten a new Kitchen Aid and the old avocado green one from 1969 or 70, well it was avocado green....The thing made the best pie crust.I don't remember the brand but the design of the blades cut the shortening in to the flour perfectly in just moments. That was 16-17 years ago and I still miss it. I make perfectly decent pie crust in the food processor, but I think the old mixer was better.

                1. 18 years ago I moved out of a shared house and left an amazing citrus juicer behind. It was electric, super heavy, really old with a cloth cord, and worked brilliantly. I didn't have room for it, didn't want it, didn't need it. At the time having an electric citrus juicer, albeit an ancient one, was real decadence. I left it to a friend and to this day it sits on her kitchen counter, working perfectly. Everytime I make oj or margaritas or lemonade, and especially when I go over to her house, I still secretly covet that juicer.