Rest In Peace, My Friend No More ~

This morning I bid final farewell to Consuela, my quesadilla maker.  I threw her in our outdoor trash can while my dog Bono was doing his business in the backyard. 

This seemed like the most appropriate time to rid myself of her since Consuela has done nothing but produce diarrhea every time I use her.  Just see for yourself.  This photo was taken last night, just before I served dinner:




Pretty, ain't she?  Why does Consuela always get "the runs" when I'm trying to show her off? 

I am tired of her sassiness!  I'm tired of scrubbing cheese off the floor.  I am tired of my dog's after-effects from finding bits of her beans and sour cream that drips down from the counter tops. 

Consuela, I'm over you now.  You must now move on to that contraption heap in a far away land.  Sigh.

Despite her messy ways,  it wasn't easy letting Consuela the quesadilla maker go.  Sure I have poked fun at myself for using gadgets and gizmos before, like in this previous post. 

But she was a wedding gift for Kirk and me.  She lasted 7.5 years with us.  When I didn't want to drive to Taco Hell for a Mexican craving, I could pull out Consuela, waiting patiently for me but hidden next to my fondue maker and mandarin slicer. 

So even though I've pulled the plug already and offered her parts to the gadget gods, I wanted to write a simple, proper good bye to the gizmo formerly known as my quesadilla maker:


My dearest Consuela,

Thank you for the time you've given to me.  I know you didn't like being stored in a cupboard for 363 days out of the year.  But you are a messy ole' gal and your "finish lights" didn't work most of the time. 

We've had our ups and downs.  Mostly with me up half the night in the bathroom after I used you for a spicy, special recipe.  Or with me down scrubbing your salsa and cheese boogers from the floor. 

Still you were faithful.  I knew you'd produce a great meal.  And I knew I'd regret using you after every time I made that great dinner. 

All the other appliances loved you too.  They thought you were hot and smoky.  Toaster even told me he was jealous of how you made those triangular shapes without ever burning what was inside. 

You've been adored by many.  But now it is time to set you free. 

Good bye my friend no more.  Leave a cheesy mess for someone else who doesn't care or who has the time to spend hours giving you a spa bath and treatment aftewards. 

Yours truly,
Mandy

(the girl formerly named Consuela in her high school Spanish 101 and 102 classes)