Remember when I couldn’t find my smaller cooking pot? Well, I have
lazily thought about searching every so often searched this house from top to bottom, and today, I found it!
I could have just checked this website. It’s in plain view from when I made the alcohol burner back in January after a bad day. What I didn’t include in the post about was when I took it upstairs to the unusable toy room, where the peed-on carpet is ripped out but unreplaced. That area is covered by a bizarre
sheet-wall-creation curtain, so I haven’t looked in there for months.
The cans and cast iron pan surrounding the burner were there for some experimental heat direction. The bear was there for safety. (He’s got a cousin on the force.)
Anyway: found. Now I can cook smaller amounts of things – hooray, right?