When I went down to the kitchen to check on him, I saw an ambiguous smile plastered on his face.
I followed Tom's eyes to the counter, where a ceramic pestle I had used for 10 years lay shattered in pieces.
Tom looked very contrite, just like after he had broken my large Japanese porcelain serving plate.
Luckily, Tom had almost finished smashing cilantro, ginger and black pepper, and the food preparation was not interrupted. And tools are there to be used. While I did like the pestle and used it often, I decided that it had had a good life in our kitchen.
Tom did not know where we kept mung bean vermicelli and huajiao Sichuan peppercorns. The fact that he was in the kitchen when I was cooking dishes that used them does not count at all.
Next time, please prepare the crab so that the dish stays warm when we sit down to eat. Do you know what to do?