A simple matter of manifestation.

There's quite a back story to the reason I ended up two days before Thanksgiving without a roasting pan, but suffice to say it involves an oven fire, baking soda, inadequate kitchen storage, the inability to Buy New, and a faulty memory.

In fact, I had put the dilemma completely out of my mind until this afternoon, as we were sifting through the kitchen section of the Palm Desert Angel View Resale Boutique, about a third of the way through our survey of the desert thrift stores.

I said, "Oh crap, I guess I need to find a roasting pan."

As the words exited my mouth, I looked down, and there it was directly in front of me, the cutest darn $3.99 roasting pan this side of Denmark:



I'd like to give my powers of suggestion all the credit, but the truth is, the desert is rife with finds just like this. These stores are so fruitful, so reliable, that they warrant an oasis joke.