Humakt
31-05-2011, 09:48 AM
It's finally happened.
I'd been dreading it for a while now, but the last few times...well...I knew it was coming to an end.
Yes.
My little £1.49 Wilkinsons frying pan has died.
The poor little fella has gone to the Great Frying Pan Heaven up above where he will be happy with his frying pan ancestors.
Me and that little chap have had many good times - he's fed me and...er...well, just fed me. But he's done it more times than any pot or pan I've ever owned ever before!
Hand in hand we'd head off into the woods, both with a smile on our faces and excitement nestling comfortably in our bosoms. But it will be no more.
In his memory I intend to carry on. I know things will never be the same, but to just stop would be an overly flamboyant, and melodramatic, gesture. And the little fella wouldn't want that, in the same way I wouldn't want him to stop cooking sausages if I'd carked it first. No.
But I can not find it in my heart to go once more to Wilkinsons and buy another cheapo frying pan. That would be an equally hollow gesture. So I will take myself to Millets or Mountain Warehouse where I shall buy a proper camper's frying pan. And whilst there I will try to be strong and not shed a little tear for a old, faithful, but sadly departed, friend. But a new pan I shall buy, and doubtless we will have many fry-ups together as well.
If, perhaps, when you find yourself taking out your favourite pan, and can think of a little 8" ali pan who no longer eagerly awaits a drop or two of olive oil and say a humble 'amen' for him, then I'm sure I know someone who will be thankful.
Amen, my little friend - it's a Goochi pan for me now.
I'd been dreading it for a while now, but the last few times...well...I knew it was coming to an end.
Yes.
My little £1.49 Wilkinsons frying pan has died.
The poor little fella has gone to the Great Frying Pan Heaven up above where he will be happy with his frying pan ancestors.
Me and that little chap have had many good times - he's fed me and...er...well, just fed me. But he's done it more times than any pot or pan I've ever owned ever before!
Hand in hand we'd head off into the woods, both with a smile on our faces and excitement nestling comfortably in our bosoms. But it will be no more.
In his memory I intend to carry on. I know things will never be the same, but to just stop would be an overly flamboyant, and melodramatic, gesture. And the little fella wouldn't want that, in the same way I wouldn't want him to stop cooking sausages if I'd carked it first. No.
But I can not find it in my heart to go once more to Wilkinsons and buy another cheapo frying pan. That would be an equally hollow gesture. So I will take myself to Millets or Mountain Warehouse where I shall buy a proper camper's frying pan. And whilst there I will try to be strong and not shed a little tear for a old, faithful, but sadly departed, friend. But a new pan I shall buy, and doubtless we will have many fry-ups together as well.
If, perhaps, when you find yourself taking out your favourite pan, and can think of a little 8" ali pan who no longer eagerly awaits a drop or two of olive oil and say a humble 'amen' for him, then I'm sure I know someone who will be thankful.
Amen, my little friend - it's a Goochi pan for me now.