When I read the prompt for today,this memory came to mind, so here goes.

Years ago, money was tight and we had a family of 6 to feed. I don’t remember how we got a pork loin (Given to us? A great sale?), but I was cooking it for supper and felt very blessed to have this gift for our family. I cook pork loins (typically) in a shallow, glass 8×13 (ish?) pan. I also would add some water straight from the faucet into the pan during the cooking process. Now I had cooked pork loin like this for years; never had any problems and the pork loin was always moist.

Well…this particular time, I took the hot dish out of the oven, held it under the faucet, let just a little water go in the pan, I stepped back, turned towards the oven, and (🫣) the pan exploded into thousands of tiny shards! The pork loin fell to the floor with all the glass and I just stood there frozen with my hands in the oven mitts still in position holding the pan that was literally all over the floor! I was so shocked, stunned, and just couldn’t even process what just happened! I started looking over my arms and legs expecting glass shards to be embedded in me and you know what? Not…a…one. Hand to God, not one piece of glass “got” me. I was so thankful! However, I felt bad for ruining supper for the family.

That experience shook me for quite a while. I quit using my glass baking dishes and got rid of them. I know that was foolish because it was a user error as to this epic fail – don’t add cold water to hot glass! Over the years I bought more glass baking dishes and everything is good, but I don’t know that I will ever forget the exploding casserole dish in my hands.