Mourning

Because I am not musically talented enough to compose a funeral dirge...please bear with me as I grieve for the loss of my beloved spiralizer in photo form.

My spiralizer was so young she had not yet been named...

These zuke noodles were the first thing she spiraled.
I felt shock and was in denial after having to leave her at the Bad House... I was numb with guilt at leaving her behind. After the shock wore off, my life felt chaotic and scary.

Once upon a time we were shocked that she had spiraled an entire sweet potato and a russet potato in one evening...

I felt so much remorse over the things I hadn't done with my beloved.
But, it is better to focus on the good,

the fettuccine alfredo with meatless meat balls, the Pad Thai

They were glorious times.
I railed against fate and destiny. Why me? I bargained with the great spiralizer deity, "I will never use Splenda again if you just bring her back."
I have come to terms with the magnitude of my loss, the spiral spaghetti smothered in nooch that may never be created again:

My mind is becoming clearer and more organized, and I am seeking a realistic solution to my problem.

May there be hope for another bowl of this...

I am looking forward to the future.

We were so happy together.

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