Conversation in the middle of Bed Bath & Beyond after a long day

Sweet, a tart pan. Scan that!

Seriously. A tart pan?

Yeah, I've wanted one forever and now I get to be One Who Has Tart Pans, la la laaa.

What are you going to do with a tart pan?

Um . . . make tarts?

Whatever . . .

What, you don't think I'm going to make tarts?

Well, you don't make them now . . .

I can't make them now, I don't have a pan! I've made rustic tarts like 4 times in the last year, I'll have you know.

Fine, get a tart pan. I don't care.

(Then, over in the towels, because I can't let things go, ever, in life.)

Seriously, you don't think I'm going to make tarts?

Oh, I think you'll make a tart. Once.

That shows what you know. I'm going to make all KINDS of tarts.

Great. But if you haven't used that thing in 2 years then I'm bringing it back and exchanging it for something good.

That's when I ripped his head off and ate it.

As soon as we left the store I felt all the consumer-greed-induced adrenaline leave my body as my legs cramped up and gave out in the parking lot. I think we were possibly both a little tired. But seriously, Internet? Every time I make a tart with that pan I'll be taking a picture and sticking it up here. Also quiches. So, you know, get excited for that.



(Tart pic and recipe from Happy Home Baking.)

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