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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Our New Panini Press

Yes, after my last post about having stuff, I now own a panini press.

Let me explain.

I used to have small, $9.99 sandwich press.  It was great for making grilled cheese, breakfast sandwiches, etc.  It could turn a regular lunch into a fabulous, toasty event.  Turkey and cheese became a delicious melt.  Even peanut butter and jelly took on a new face with a little heat.

And then my husband used it.


I adore my husband.

I just really wish he wouldn't break my stuff.

This was not the first time something that I owned bit the big one at the hands of Mr. Bean.  Mr. Bean and his Giant Man Hands of Destruction.

Last fall, it was my travel coffee mugs.  I sometimes would take hot tea or make a cup of coffee to take to the office.  I tend to get quite a few travel mugs from wholesalers.  I used to have more than I knew what to do with.  Used to.

Then, for some reason, my husband suddenly started to drink coffee.

Thus began the demise of my travel coffee mug collection.

First, it was one I actually bought.  A nice Starbucks one.  My favorite.  The handle "snapped" off.  It was poorly made, I was told.  When I argued that I had had it for 7 years, I was then informed that it was probably old.

The next one fell off his bumper.

The third one, I have no idea.  I think the little cover thing also "snapped" off.

This was all within 10 days.

There was the toddler bed that "broke" when it was assembled.  Spatulas seem to really go fast.  The list goes on.

I'm not exactly sure what attracts him to my things.  Or why he can be so careful with his things, but mine magically break simply from his touch.

It's become an ongoing joke.  After the coffee cup incidents, he finally realized that I was, perhaps, not exaggerating.  He does have the amazing ability to break my stuff.  Fortunately, as per the aforementioned blog, I'm not too attached to most of it.

What really bugged me though, was that the broken items were never replaced.  I don't need 4 coffee mugs, but you know, one is quite nice.  (SIDE NOTE: We now have more than we need because the kids and I kept teasing him about it, so everyone we know bought me a travel mug for Christmas. Shane even got me a very lovely Starbucks mug- although it was not quite the same...)

The sandwich press, however, did upset me.  Largely because I used it.  Quite a bit.  Not every week, but probably every other.  I took care of it.  I came home one day and there it was- dead on the counter.

"Oh, yeah, that broke.  Sorry."


"Well, you never used it."

"Yes I do.  I use it when I make the kids lunch.  Don't I kids?"  Always good to bring the kids into an argument.  I know.  I suck.

"Well, it's not that big a deal."

"No, because it's not yours.  I think I'm going to go out to your tool bench and break something..."

"You're really upset about it?"

"Yes. It was the best $10 I've spent."

"So it was cheap?  That's probably why it broke."

"NO, IT BROKE BECAUSE YOU USED IT.  YOU BREAK EVERYTHING."  Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration.  "WHAT ABOUT MY COFFEE MUGS?"  Bringing up the past is a good technique, don't you think?

Anyhow, after seeing me completely lose it about a silly sandwich press, my husband (who, by the way was making the kids lunch so I didn't have to) felt bad.  He looked at his giant, destructo hands as if they were murder weapons.

And today I came home to find a Cuisinart Panini Press on the counter.

He even used it and didn't break it.



AmyV said...

Haha! I see you are well versed in the “Art of Argument” Your technique must be a sight to behold!

Helen said...

My hubby has big old man hands too. I tell him all the time that he doesn't realize his own strength!

At least this time he replaced it - that's a great start!

Mama Bean said...

I let him read it before I posted it. I said "See, it's not mean, I mention that you have GIANT hands... and you know what that means..." more broken crap.... I swear he snaps things like twigs that I can barely lift.

Lisa Taylor said...

Haha! That is why I never have enough glasses for book group. I never realize how many my husband breaks until the day of. The next day I buy a new set and the cycle will repeat itself the following year. One day I will throw my hands up and start serving in dixie cups.

Mama Bean said...

Maybe we should by them mittens...

Deanne said...

I love "Giant Man Hands of Destruction"