Many years ago I was involved with a man who lived quite simply. He disdained possessions and his were few.
Our love was not meant to be.
When we separated after quasi living together for 2+ years, I packed up his stuff and left it on the front porch.
I did not pack his cast iron frying pan.
I loved the frying pan more than him.
He came and picked up his stuff but the next day called to inquire where his frying pan was.
I told him that I was keeping it as a memento of our failed relationship.
He said, “No, you are not.”
We dickered back and forth for 20 minutes until I relented. After all, it was his frying pan to begin with, I told myself. And if I didn’t give it to him, he would probably bug me for days on end.
While most couples fight about the car or the sound system, we quibbled about a cast iron frying pan that used to belong to his mother.
I lovingly put the frying pan on the front porch and heard him come and get it. He tapped on the door and said, “thank you.”
Goodbye and good riddens I thought.
In the years past I haven’t thought about Mr. Smith (yes, that was his real name) much but I did wonder about his frying pan. He effortlessly made some of the most delicious omelets in that pan.
Do you have a kitchen appliance or tool that you simply cannot part with?