One of those postal surprises that just make your day.
And this one in particular held an item that made me feel known, made me feel loved.
Made me feel like tossing salad and flippping chicken.
I suppose a little backstory would be in order.
Upon my marriage 20 years ago, I hit my local Wal-Mart to fill in the kitchen ware gaps following my wedding showers. Somehow tongs had never made it into a gift basket and so I purchased the cheapest pair I could find.
Now, I can't be the only girl out there who is still using a utensil or appliance or linen or whatever from her newlywed nuptial days that is showing the wear and tear of daily household chore life. I just feel it deep in my heart. I can't be the only one.
And I was well-schooled in this use-beyond-expiration-date model in my mother, because she can absolutely beat the life out of an appliance and then take the EKG paddles to it and use it for another 15 years.
This would be that original set of tongs...
As it is, one must perfect a balance ability by which one must carefully position a smoking hot piece of poultry on the longer end of the tong while attempting to grasp any part of the poultry with the other, shorter end of the tong. And please note that the ends had already snapped off a good inch or so, so they're already operating at a significant length disadvantage.And then there's this little issue.
I hear that it's not advised on cooking utensils.
Or that may just be an urban myth.
So my brother and sis-n-law got to witness my tong issues awhile back and were a little, uh, underwhelmed. And when I visited them in Indiana this summer, I marveled at the advance in tong technology and the stability that having tong ends of equal length can yield. They were insistent that it was time for me to trade in the gimpy tongs for something better, something newer.
Something without rust.
I declined their kind offer, packed the van and went home.
Which took a few days.
Because Indiana is a long way away.
So imagine my delight this week when this care package arrived. Inside were treats and goodies for everyone, a potpourri of items we left behind at their house, a pound of some of my favorite coffee beans and this:
They are beautiful.
It's flipping Nirvana.
Best of all was this little note tapped to the new tongs...
Known and loved.
Thank you, R&J.