First thing in the morning, I use you to heat up not just one but two cups of 2% milk for the kids’ hot chocolate. The kids get up at different times so your 1 cup size is perfect.
And then, on to some tap water, heated up to a boil in the microwave, then poured into the kids’ thermoses to pre-heat them before they get their lunch of Mega Noodle soup or Chunky Chicken Alfredo soup (smells like dog food but don’t tell my son) or jasmine rice with soy sauce or pasta with butter and parmesan cheese. You are part of the collaborative effort to keep their lunches piping hot until they are ready to eat them in the cafeteria at school.
Then, you heat up 8 ounces of distilled water to aid my husband in blowing his sinuses out with NeilMed Sinus Rinse. I appreciate you for this because it decreases the quantity and volume of his nighttime snoring.
After that, I fill you up with ice to drop in, piece by piece, to my son’s lunch box water bottle that has a very narrow neck. I have Raynaud’s, my dear Pyrex, and can not touch ice with my bare hands without having the blood vessels in my fingers constrict, turning my fingers a ghostly white.
And sometimes, Pyrex my love, you boil water for me in the afternoon or in the evening for my tea, my decaf Wild Sweet Orange Tazo tea that I adore, but not as much as I adore you.
Oh Pyrex, you are the perfect size, not too big and not too small. I thought about purchasing a 2 cup Pyrex but I won’t. I love you just the way you are. Because Pyrex, I don’t know what I would do without you. You are kind to me because your handle does not heat up and burn me when I grab you out of the microwave. You are forgiving if I am a little too rough with you. If only you had a tongue.
Pyrex dear, I don’t know where you came from. It feels as if you’ve been with me forever, and perhaps you have. I hope you will always stay. I could go on but I won’t. I don’t want to make anyone jealous. You know how the stainless steel bowls are, all three sizes of them.