I was washing the dishes last night from dinner (you know, the many that don't fit in the dishwasher each day - sometimes I wish we had an industrial-sized monster from a school cafeteria kitchen) and got to my stainless steel pan.
Let me take a moment to digress about stainless steel cookware. I know they are best and won't leech harmful chemicals into our food like that naughty Teflon is reported to do (I admit I have never really researched this matter), but by golly, Teflon washes like a dream, and stainless steel like a certified nightmare. And the worst offender to clean off is eggs. Which is what I was cleaning off last night. With as much elbow grease as my puny little arms could provide.
So - back to the point of this post, if you can call it that. I was scrubbing my little heart out when I looked into the hollow handle of the pan. And I saw something inside. Upon further inspection, and verification from nearby family members, I determined it was a rock. Inside the handle of my skillet. After some poking and pushing, my husband managed to dislodge it into the soapy water.
How, I ask you, did a rock get into my skillet handle? The answer is that I have no idea, although I have a few good guesses as to who might have been involved. But seriously! A rock in the handle of a pan? When was there opportunity? What was the motivation? How long has it been in there?
Many questions. Few answers.