In solidarity with the putzes of the world who have broken their Yamas, I crunched both the 5- and 8-cuppers this week. Two years, not a ding. One week and they are both in the trash heat of the pots that go to heaven.
The 8-cupper died when I was multi-tasking. The heated water got away from me so I pulled it off the burner. Did a couple of other things, came back, slammed on the globe and Cory, and put it back on the heat. Turned around to do some food prep and I heard the "tink" and I knew immediately what had happened. The girl had rolled over the top, down the side, and seeped between the burner and the pot. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
The 5-cupper? I put all the blame on Czarina, though it was my own clumsiness. She had it airdrying in front of the clean, drying dish drainer. Once again, I was cooking and grabbed a skillet from the dish drain and immediately could see the descending Yama 5-cupper, in slow motion (right off Seinfeld) making its way to a greeting kitchen floor. I let a burst of expletives out at it, at the word in general, and sighed relief.
Thanks Amazon, for replacing me as Yama distributor. Order was on the front porch yesterday.
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