ARRGHAYASHAKAKA!

Imagine this. You are sitting at home with your honey enjoying a silly TV show and a cup of hot delicious beverage while a batch of homemade brownies bakes in the oven and inundates your senses with luscious chocolate-y-ness.

Then you smell something else. Something bad. Something nasty and burning.

"Are the neighbors smoking? No-it's not that... Is something burning? Did we unplug the coffee? Something caught in the oven?"

Nothing adds up.

The smell hits your nose hard and you are driven to distraction and detection. Following your sniffer you're led into the kitchen where your schnoz sniffs over the wax warmer and the oven and the microwave and then toward the percolator.

You glance at the dishwasher and feel hot steam leaking onto your belly. AH-FREAKIN-HA!

Before you can lock-eyes on the scene of olfactory disgrace the steam billows forward and clouds your vision-you call your fiance, "It's here! What melted!? Come see, I can't see!"

But you already know-it's the gosh darn measuring spoon that has hopped the utensil bin hundreds of times before. The one of two remaining measuring spoons that has survived the dishwasher, manual use, and garbage disposal over the past few years. That unlucky and inconvenient 1-1/2 tsp measuring spoon.

It went out with a *sizzle* and a wham-bang-stink.

And now we are left with the 1/4 teaspoon as our only wee measuring device.

Lovely.