Martha, Martha, Martha

The other day I found a beautiful red casserole dish at Macy's and I justified buying it telling myself that I could bring it to Thanksgiving dinner. I trusted that a Martha Stewart dish would be the best quality. Well it isn't the quality I had an issue with. Martha had glued a paper to the bottom of the dish and it wasn't coming off. Not only had she bonded the paper to the dish never to be parted, but she had written something (important, I'm sure) on the back side of the paper. Now how was I supposed to get to that?

Luckily a little elbow grease went a long way, and I think the dish looked wonderful filled with spinach casserole.