Bowled Over

I have learned a valuable lesson:

When dropped just right, a corelle bowl can shatter into approximately 2,854 tiny pieces—shards which can propel themselves across a space the size of a football field.

I’ll be sweeping and vacuuming the stuff up for months. And that’s just what doesn’t get embedded in the soles of my feet first.

This wouldn’t be such a big deal, except for the fact that we only had one bowl per person. No spares. Coming to this place with no extra bowls makes as much sense as heading out on a cross country trip through a desolate land with no spare tire. Yup—not exactly a brainiac move.

We’ve given new meaning to the phrase “family togetherness” at meal time. Just think—sitting down together, talking together, and eating together—from the same bowl. It can be very romantic; but it’s usually just really, really irritating.

But one advantage of having so few kitchen items to worry about is that every dish and pot and pan and utensil in the house could be dirty, and it will only take half an hour to wash them all. So the cozy mealtime scenario does have its advantages.