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Mr. Fixit

"I hate to admit it but, I don't think this pot can be saved," I called to Stuart over the terrific racket I was making with a metal spatula. "I've soaked it all week and I'm hardly making a dent in this mess." I insist on making my own pizza sauce because it's so thick and delicious but sometimes things go awry. I filled six quart jars with steaming goodness before I discovered that the bottom inch of sauce had fossilized.

Stuart came out in the kitchen and peered over my shoulder. "You're pretty rough on your pans. Remember the sweet potatoes?" (Two inches of water is not enough to steam forgotten potatoes for sixty-something minutes.) "I hate to throw this one out. It's a good heavy pan. Maybe I can take it to work and sandblast it." He was quiet for a minute, thinking. "I know, I've got a metal grinder out in my shop. That might work." He disappeared out the back door and I walked away from the sink and went to clean out the fridge. The pan was now Stuart's problem.

Stuart is a handy guy. We hardly every upgrade to a newer model of anything. He fixes dishwashers, washing machines, food processors... Once when somebody put a huge hole in the bottom of my canister vacuum I was so excited. I'm so tired of this thing! I'll finally get a new one. Surely he can't fix that! Nope. A little fabric coated in epoxy glue did the trick. As good as new.

A few minutes later, the kitchen was filled with a metallic, whirring hum. "This falls under the category of Kids! Don't try this at home!" Stuart called from the sink. He turned off his little brush and walked by me to return his tool, his hair and face covered with black flecks. I brushed him off and sent him on his way and went to inspect his work. The pot glistened on the counter. As good as new. Of course.


Heather C said…
Aaaaaaaaw... sorry you aren't getting a new pot, but praising God with you for a hubby who's handy. :)

Kate said…
haa haa haaa

When I was first learning to cook I would purchase those cheap $15 pan sets so when I really goofed...I just tossed them...oh to be young and rich. :) I don't do that anymore, but I have destroyed a nice pan or two, and unfortunately I'm not as rich as I used to be, and don't have the skills to save any pans, but I haven't tossed them yet.

Anyway, thank you for the comment. I googled Weston A Price and have been going through the website. I couldn't stay long 'cause I need to pack, but I really appreciate your suggestion. I'll be checking out the library for the book. I'm always looking for recipe's with minimal cooking and fresh, whole foods...I haven't found too many, but what I do find, I try.
Xandra said…
Oooh! I have one of those too! 99% of the time I am so proud to have a man who could fix the hole in the ozone layer if he put his mind to it, but sometimes I just want a new pot! LOL!

Christy said…
My husband wants to be handy, he was just never taught any of that stuff. But I would have still wanted the new vacuum!
I love it! :) My man is a bit like that, too; aren't they great to have around?
Janelle said…
A new pot would be a joy, but having a handy man that you don't have to pay...can't beat it!
Now that's thinking outside the box ... or should I say, "outside the pan?" ha ha With such a handy guy around, you're obviously going to have to find other ways to ask for something new, LOL!

I have killed a couple of pans steaming carrots w/ too little water. I think it's the high starch content - caramelizes, then petrifies - on the bottom of the pan!
That is pretty funny. Very good that he can fix many things! That is an engineer for ya!

Much love,
PS-I am still trying to process that you have a teenager in the house now!
Good to see you back at your blog. Blessings to you!
Alana said…
So funny! I guess you'll just have to get a little more creative with your methods ;-)
Elise said…
Of course. It is the way God made men to be! So good at what they are good at. How comforting and safe it feels to rest in that!
Of course, my Mr. Fixit learns as he goes, and that opens up a whole new level of refining... for me. ;)

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