Mrh.
I made popcorn this evening, the old fashioned way - on the stove top. I like to do it that way for several reasons: it tastes better, there are less chemicals so it's better for my migraines, and i can make it as [un]salty as i wish. So, i got the pan all ready and went searching for the lid. I pulled the one i thought it was out of the cupboard, put it up to the pan and noted that it was too big. It hung over the edge of the pan on all sides. So i put it back and looked for the one that fit. I couldn't see it, so i called out to MK to see if he knew where it might be - not that it could be in any other spot in the house. He described the location of the one I'd already tried, so i told him that no - it wasn't that one; I'd already checked it and it was too big. He said he was pretty sure that was the one, so i got huffy. No, that wasn't it. I'd tried it. To demonstrate, I pulled it back out and put it up to the pan.
It fit. It was the right lid.
I was vastly confused. I'd put the lid up to the pan when i first tried it. It. Did. Not. Fit. Yet there it was, the exact same lid, sitting snuggly against the pan and fitting perfectly. I ended up stressed out, confused and upset - and burst into hysterical tears.
Over a lid on a pan.
*sigh* Every time i think i am starting to get better, something stupid happens.
And i still can't explain what the hell happened there. I just do not know.
It fit. It was the right lid.
I was vastly confused. I'd put the lid up to the pan when i first tried it. It. Did. Not. Fit. Yet there it was, the exact same lid, sitting snuggly against the pan and fitting perfectly. I ended up stressed out, confused and upset - and burst into hysterical tears.
Over a lid on a pan.
*sigh* Every time i think i am starting to get better, something stupid happens.
And i still can't explain what the hell happened there. I just do not know.