I was minding my own business Tuesday, having delivered chicken pot pies to the iron-lacking friend up north in the Big Suburb, when my cell phone rang.

My cell phone rarely rings when I am in Rhode Island.  We have poor cell phone reception here in the woods.  But of course I wasn’t in the woods.  I was backing out of my friend’s driveway.  I was heading to Kohl’s to return a pair of size 10 jeans (they were too small–what a shock!!!!!  Not.). 

I seriously need new glasses.  This is getting ridiculous.

Anyway, my so-not-a-size-10-rear was planted in the driver’s seat when I answered the phone, which turned out to be a consignment store near my home.  The shop with the nice owner, not the one who yelled at me about my chairs.

“You’re the one who likes pie plates, aren’t you?” the nice owner said.

I admitted I was, indeed, the one.  In fact, I was more than a little flattered.  I now have a pie plate reputation. 

My North American Indian names could be “Many Pie Plates” or “She Who Buys Glass” or “Woman Who Cooks Too Many Buffalo”. 

“I just had two come in. Pyrex.  11 inch.  Do you want me to hold them for you?”

I did indeed.  I have no willpower when it comes to pie plates or glass baking dishes.  After I returned my jeans and bought my grandson two pairs of pajamas and a very cute outfit for Christmas, and remembered to stop at the grocery store (I detest the grocery store) for frozen spinach, I zoomed three miles past my house and skidded to a stop in front of The Thrifty Sister.

I must remember to take a picture next time.  It’s such a cute place.

The counter was covered in Pyrex: four rectangular baking dishes of different sizes, plus the two jumbo pie plates and a small oval baking dish.

“I’ll take them all,” I cried. 

A pleasant young man perusing a stack of beautiful cast iron skillets said, “What do you do, cook for everyone in the world???”

“Yes,” I said. “I do.”

He helped me carry all the Pyrex out to my car.  Wasn’t that nice?

Can you imagine how many pans of chicken enchiladas I can make at the lake next summer?????  How much macaroni and cheese?  How many brunch stratas and lemon jello cakes and chili rellenos and chicken pot pies?

The mind boggles.  My Idaho freezer better rest up.  She Who Buys Glass will be back in June.

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