Imagine, if you will, my supreese, while coming home from church today, to find a pan on my doorstep.
Jeff: "Is that our pan?"
Me: (snort) "No- we don't own anything that nice."
There's a letter inside:
It's addressed to me? It's not a mistake?
So this letter--
this letter mentions my aforementioned craptacular pan.
Truly, it is a crime to cooking humanity.
And some kind soul took it upon themselves to buy me a new one. Not just a new one, a smokin' hot awesome pan.
So whoever you are who dropped this off to me, won't you tell me who you are?
'Cause I need to come rip off your shoes and kiss your feet.
Thanks for making my day. Nay, my week.
And imagine me cooking with this bad boy tomorrow with that same toothy grin.