I am not a very sentimental person where stuff is concerned. John is forever rescuing things I put in goodwill bags because he can’t believe I would be so heartless as to get rid of the baby blanket, special toy, favorite dress etc. So I was surprised at how emotional I felt when the electric griddle gave up the ghost this morning in the middle of blueberry pancake making. I remember when we got it, at my mother’s insistence (she may even have bought it for us), and I thought it was just some unnecessary 70s throwback item that I would never use. Years and years and years and hundreds of breakfasts later, I have changed my tune. Mom was right. So farewell my faithful Saturday morning companion, and thanks for all the pancakes.