Torrefaction

The new kitchen floor is in - yay! Video later today or tonight of Charlie checking it out.  We neglected to take stuff off of the walls for the installation, so my porcelain Brigid's cross,* a gift from my MIL, fell and broke.  As a 5th generation Irish-American on my mother's side, I am bummed and superstitious enough to think I need a new Brigid's cross for my kitchen RIGHT AWAY.  My MIL is a first generation Irish-American, which means I have to get onto ye internet and buy the exact same cross, so that she will never never never know that it broke, because she would take it as a very bad omen and be worried.  She's a sensible woman, but when you're Irish part of being sensible is paying attention to signs and portents. 

In fact I will feel weird about having an identical new cross, because pretending that nothing happened is unlucky, but it's more important to take care of my MIL. I think I'll bury the old one in the garden instead of throwing it out, so at least I show the proper respect for...whoever.

*Yes, I know that it should be straw, to protect the roof; I figure a porcelain cross will prevent the casseroles in the oven from catching fire, at least.  In my house that's probably the more likely source of fire anyway, since I am a distractable cook.