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

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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.

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    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.

    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.