That does it. We have to move back. I can't function without it.
My precious Pyrex 2-cup measure, with ML and pints on the other side, shattered in the dishwasher, and I feel like I'm cooking with one hand tied behind my back. I got the measure as a wedding gift. It has helped me through every annual turkey-gravy-making, ginger-bread-cookie-baking, special-birthday-cake-creating session I've ever done as a wife or mother. Now that it's gone, I've lost the will to bake.
I have another measuring cup, but it's seen it's better days, too. It's made of plastic. It's cracked. I can only use is for the dry ingredients because it leaks like a sieve. I also have the plastic stackable cups, but you can't very easily beat an egg or combine cornstarch and water, or boil water in them. They just don't cut it.
Thankfully, we're heading back to the states in June. I suppose I can buy a new one then. But it won't be the same. There was something special about that cup. I've had it for 19 years. 19 years! It was practically an antique. That's quite a testimony for the Pyrex company.
I hope this doesn't say anything about our marriage.
BTW - I just had to add a picture of a rapeseed field in full bloom. It's the beautiful yellow flower with the unfortunate name that they use to make oil, like sunflower. Enjoy!