This is a beautiful glass bowl handed down to me by my grandma.
Here's a better view of the etched design. She told me I should use it for serving ice. I later saw a bowl just like this on Mad Men. Peggy served ice in it. Grandma knows her stuff.
This is a $2 glass bowl from Wal-Mart. I used it to serve Grandma's Texas Trash at Kate's baptism. You see, people used to make their own Chex mix before Chex did.
This is what happens when you wash dishes in the sink. Boy meets girl and ain't nothin Momma can do to split 'em up.
Aunt Joanne enlisted the help of her daughters, sisters, nephews and I to come up with all kinds of different removal tactics.
Like hot water.
And cold water.
We tried olive oil and butter.
Then, we decided to quit messing with it and let it dry completely for three whole weeks. We figured once the water dried up, the suction would be gone and the inner bowl would plop right out onto the pot holder.
So. It's three weeks later. No water's left and those suckers are still hanging on to each other for dear life. So, given the disposable nature of bowl #2, I decide the solution is clear. Bust it out.
Me, my hammer and my screwdriver pound away. 150 knocks later with only a small chip to speak of, I realize it's time to get aggressive.
Whacking away, hoping the Mad Men bowl stays in tact and wishing I owned protective goggles, I begin to make progress. Once glass started actually coming out I filled the bowls with water while I continued breaking it so that the glass wouldn't fly up into my face.
And there you have it, Aunt Joanne. It's out! Kellerwoman 1, glass bowls 0. Ok, maybe it's a tie. It did take three weeks. Scotch on the rocks, anyone?
|Excuse the pigtails. They ease the pain of the recent hair pulling going on around here lately.|