every time a dish breaks an angel gets its wings

We've been having people in to dinner.
This entails me spending the day cleaning and K doing the shopping and cooking.
If we plan it right we are busy until a couple of hours before the guests arrive -
and then we take some time to sit and read or watch a movie.
Timed well, it can be a lovely evening -
but if anything throws a wrench in it...well, it can be a difficult balance.

A couple of weeks ago we had K's sister and her family for a turkey dinner.
About two hours before her arrival K tripped with our bread bowl full of stuffing in his arms.
It was a terrible mess.
While I cobbled together some doctored up stuffing, K sat at the laptop and replaced our discontinued Roseville bowl before I had time to miss it. And the eBay seller was kind enough to mention that it was her grandmother's and that she was pleased that it was going to someone who would appreciate and use it. (8 quarts!)

This past weekend we had some friends in.
Their son L is a special friend of Youngest's and their daughter S really should be my future daughter-in-law...but we'll let Middle decide for himself.
I scoured the kitchen and even washed the floor.
(Our bread making had left a fine dust of flour everywhere.)
Just before our guests arrived, K was putting some wine in to chill - and dropped a bottle of white just in front of the fridge...
I kept vacuuming while he mopped up.

We had a great dinner. (Filet mignon in green peppercorn cognac sauce, salted green beans and skillet potatoes with rosemary, the bread.)
We laughed a lot -
(OKAY. I'LL ADMIT IT PUBLICLY: sometimes I don't know the difference between Samuel L. Jackson and Laurence Fishburne.)
We had a very nice evening.

dinner guests

And while I was cleaning up and putting things away, I let slip the top of a covered casserole dish that was my grandmother's.
My heart shattered too.
But, as I was reminding myself that it was just a thing, I realized -
every single day we make our own memories.

goodbye use


ocbp said…
You had a big turkey dinner a week before Thanksgiving?
Anonymous said…

is this really goodbye?
Joke said…
The thing about, um, things is not the things themselves, but the memories and promise they hold and which they let go when they break.

Amy A. said…
Jokes comment is going in my quote book.

It makes me happy to know people out there use their good stuff. So many times our special things sit on a shelf.

I think making an everyday day more festive with our treasures is more meaningful than most real holidays.
Anonymous said…
Ebay is a wonderful thing. I have amassed a collection of items from my grandfather's now-defunct trucking company that I really treasure - stupid promo items, mostly - and every time I use the mechanical pencil with the company logo on it, it makes me feel good.
Priscilla said…
Amen amy and Joke.

I have many kitchen things that hold dear memories for me. I use them. As often as I can.

When used the first time around they created memories for me. I use them now to create memories for others. If they break I will replace them with something that will create new memories for my loved ones.

Take heart. I do feel your pain.
--erica said…
i have a broken bowl from a Grandma in the bottom drawer.
.. I keep thinking I'll glue it.
Anonymous said…
Since you're originally from (the state shall remain nameless) you and I both know these things happen in threes. So you're done!
Anonymous said…
I've learned a lot of years ago that the ebst memories we have are the ones we can keep in our hearts. It's usually a moment, a perfume, a smile, a tear.
But they will stay right there, in one particular drawer of our minds and often come out to comfort us.
Yes, I am sorry about all the cleaning and running and huffing and puffing but I am also sure you'll remember those day for that exact reason...
juliloquy said…
I'm impressed that you usually have a couple of hours to spare before guests arrive. I am always cleaning and straightening and cooking until the doorbell rings. Sometimes I think we should fake-invite someone over and keep cleaning until we realize that no one is coming.
Caterina said…
What a wonderful attitude. I probably would've ruined the whole dinner pouting over the broken dish/cover/bowl. I'm such a baby. I need to repeat what joke said, over & over, to myself.
Anonymous said…
Are you sure it's not a greek restaurant you are running with plate smashing for entertainment. the food sounds great I must say.
MontanaJen said…
My grandmother had a delicate ceramic pitcher and washbasin that she had been given by her mother, who brought it with her from England. It was ivory and gorgeous, and I coveted it. When she died, it was one of the very few things that my aunts didn't swoop in and grab, and my mom and dad kept it in their china hutch.

When my husband and I bought our first home together, mom waited a year and then let me know that I could take the washbasin and pitcher home with me, as my grandma and I were close, and I loved it so much. She packed it carefully in a box with bubble wrap for the drive home, and I sat with it on my lap for the 90 miles over the mountain,thinking about the spot I would keep it, the stories I would tell about it, and the children I would one day pass it on to.

The box was left open and on a dining room chair while I took off my coat, and the dogs got crazy, and ran through the room, and knocked the box off, and it fell out on the hardwood floor, and shattered. Shattered into a million pieces.

I cried and I cried and I cried.

They are just things, but humans pack those things around for a reason, methinks. I'm so sorry about your broken things.
tut-tut said…
Breaking things . . . Joke, do they let us go? I know I had to aquire some Wiss scissors (blue handle) after a tragedy.
Paula said…
Wait..YOU washed the floor?
Now that is a good way of thinking about broken plates!!

Your grandmother has wings already!?
Jess said…
You should be an extra character in "Broken For You."