A teakettle always sits on top of our stove, even when we aren't using it. As a result, this kettle is almost constantly covered with a thin coating of oil, from frying and sautéing things nearby. It's a rather nice kettle, and deserves better, but there always seem to be more urgent priorities, and that's just how it goes I guess. Perhaps having a lightly greased tea kettle on our stove at all times says something about the kind of people we are.
In any case, our dog died today, and this evening I took the kettle over to the sink and washed it by hand with great care. I suppose the latter detail of this little narrative doesn't directly follow from the one preceding it, but I can't bring myself to say the two facts are not connected.