So, today my brain decided to go off on a 69 degree tangent.

It started with having leftover salmon and rice at work. It was in a plastic storage container, and I was thinking to myself how I have thus far successfully preserved said container from getting that weird white patching when cheese is microwaved in a plastic container, just adding said ingredient once the food was hot.

Lasagna, however, is made with cheese, so using a plastic storage container would obviously yield weird white patching after reheating, thus ending up with a plastic container needing to be tossed. Solution: glass storage dishes and a mental note I need to get some more of them.

Now, glass storage dishes typically have silicon lids. (This is when the brain started veering off sanity.)

Silicon is now a typical resident of kitchens, from oven mitts to utensils covered to protect non-stick surfaces, to assorted baking/candy molds because silicon doesn’t melt unless they reach ridiculously high temperatures.

How, brain asked, did they discover that silicon would be useful for kitchen applications? Answer: some poor person who had silicon breast implants died in a fire and was being autopsied to ensure it was the fire that did them in.

Coroner: “Wow, everything is crispy but the boobs are still perfect. I wonder how high of a temperature they’d have to reach to be damaged?”

And of course, the obvious conclusion after the “Huh, I wonder…” scientific question…

Spouses of Plastic Surgeons: What. The Hell. Are you doing?

Plastic Surgeons with unused silicon breast implants after they had to start using saline filled ones instead: Well, I don’t want to waste these things. May as well use them to take out the trays while baking cookies. wiggles the jiggly things They are Tit Mitts.

And thus I spent the rest of the day asking my brain why it does that. Brain smirked and wouldn’t answer.