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My Own Bridal Shower

It has been nearly 17 years since my bridal shower. My cooking skills have greatly improved (you can't get worse than burnt offerings). I love to cook and I love to try new things. I have also discovered that I am crippled in the kitchen because I don't have the right tools. My saucepan collection is down to one very small pan. I do have a larger one that has a crack so the lid doesn't fit. I used to have a really nice 3 qt. copper bottom sauce pan. I don't know what happened to it. I miss it. So today I threw myself a shower. Here's what I treated myself to:
Two sauce pans with lids
A skillet with a lid
A large pot with a lid
Two frying pans
A pizza stone
A meat thermometer
Small spatula
Silicone basting brush
Biscuit cutter
30 clothes hangers
Hair cutting scissors
A child's haircutting cape
Ziploc containers
Mini-muffin pan
Diet Coke
Okay, the Diet Coke was a splurge. I can barely believe I spent the dollar on it that I did. Regardless, if you are hungry, I now have a well stocked kitchen. Except that I forgot to buy groceries while I was out. Bring your food and we'll cook it together.

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  1. erin blackJanuary 18, 2009 at 11:20 AM

    You do not know how jealous I am! I need every single thing on that list. Except the small spatula...I do have one of those. Oh, and the Diet Coke, because that's just a little too extravagant for me.
    So, here's the plan: next week you throw a shower for me. Kay. See ya there.

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  2. StephanieJanuary 18, 2009 at 2:29 PM

    I'm so excited for you!!!! I too LOVE to cook and the tools are key!!!!!! ENJOY!!!! Let's share recipes!!!! : )

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