Bye, bye love

Hello new apartment.
During these tragic times, there has been a lot of sacrificing...
I sold my books.
I sold my clothes.
I sold my cute, vintage furniture.
I, mistakenly, kept the cat... and Rob.

Point being, it has taught me that the true value of the material things we acquire is nil when life's gotta happen.
However, dear readers, I sold my Paco Jet as well...
and spent two days balling like a baby.
I realize many people decry the Paco Jet and its somewhat limited capacities, but goddammit, I loved my son. I spent tons of time adapting my recipes...
I had a lot of fun experimenting with various applications.
I made some awesome ice creams.
Now, granted, I still know how to make batch ice cream, but I am truly gonna miss the little bugger.
I sold my grandmother's car to buy him.
I hauled his ass across state lines.
Now, my dear boy is a security deposit for an apartment on Rossmore.
Chef Lee got to keep his knives. (So did I, I'm just joking around because he says I'm bitter. Which I am.)
I also had to part ways with my engagement ring... so...
All the single ladies, put your hands up!
If he liked it then he shouldda kept a ring on it....