Police told Barbara Hansen that the burglars who ransacked her place were pros, but the destruction seems needlessly vicious. She posts pictures and asks: "What kind of person would smash an old wooden recipe box to the ground, spilling a stream of treasured recipes? This was my mother's recipe box, stuffed with formulas for the dishes she loved, some handwritten, others typed, plus a few neatly folded clippings. It was harmless and of no value except to me, filled with memories."
Then they tore apart the closet where I store Christmas ornaments. A little Oaxacan tin box of nativity figures was ripped open, the Christ Child hurled to the floor.
On the way out through the living room, they threw piano music onto the floor, opened a cabinet and looked in a ginger jar for money, tossing the lid onto a chair.
One day, she writes, "we can all have dinner together again. But that will take time, a lot of time, because the thugs stole my appetite too."