Though they are stylish and simple to maintain, glass stovetops must be handled carefully to prevent damage. Here are nine risky behaviors to stay away from:
Applying Abrasive or Rough Cleaners
“Avoid using abrasive or rough cleaners as they can cause surface scratches.” Apply a mild cleaning made specifically for glass stovetops.
Setting Up Bulky Pots and Pans
Heavy cookware can cause glass stovetops to crack. “Use lightweight pots and pans” to shield surfaces from harm.
Pots and Pans that Slid
Cookware dragging may cause scratches on glass. Pots and pans should never be slid; always elevate them.
Leaving Traces and Leaks
“Clean spills promptly” to prevent damage and baked-on stains.
Using Unclean Cookware to Cook
Stovetop residue from unclean cookware might be harmful. Make sure your cookware is spotless.
Putting Hot Lids Down, Face Up
Hot lids have the potential to break glass and produce abrupt temperature fluctuations. Pick a surface that can withstand heat.
Disregarding Chips or Cracks
“Don’t ignore chips or cracks,” as they may enlarge and break the stovetop. Look for repairs right away.
Warming Up a Vacant Pot or Pan
Cooktop damage can result from overheating empty cookware. Keep food or liquids in your pots at all times.
Not adhering to the manufacturer’s recommendations
Observe detailed maintenance guidelines to prevent damage and safety risks.
Take care of your glass stovetop by avoiding these habits.
A Woman Showed Up at My Wedding Claiming to Be My Fiancé’s Wife — The Proof in Her Hands Left Me Stunned
I sat in front of the mirror, my fingers brushing against the lace of my bridal gown, tracing the exquisite floral designs sewn into the fabric.
Today was the day.
I was marrying Sam.
The love of my life.
A tear tickled the corner of my eye, and I chuckled at myself, wiping it away before it fell.
“Careful,” my maid of honor, Lauren, teased from the doorway, holding out a flute of champagne. “We spent way too long on your makeup for you to ruin it now.”
“I just…” My voice wavered. “I can’t believe this is real.”
And in just thirty minutes, I’d be heading down the aisle toward the man I’d loved for what seemed like an eternity.
I stood at the altar, my pulse hammering, my fingers curled around my bouquet, and locked eyes with Sam, my five-year fiancé.
Then the door creaked open.
A woman walked in.
She looked amazing. She had long, dark hair cascading over one shoulder and lips painted a vivid, vibrant red.
But it wasn’t her attractiveness that gave me a cold.
It was how she looked at Sam.
“Aren’t you going to tell them?” she asked, her voice smooth and confident.
“Tell us what?” I swallowed.
“That you’re already married, Sam,” she said.
I glanced at Sam, expecting him to chuckle, shake his head, or just do anything… anything!
But he did not.
Instead, he moved forward.
And then, right in the middle of our wedding, he walked to her.
God help me, he wrapped his arms around her.
Sam moved his lips, whispering something into her ear. Something only she could hear.
She gave a gentle laugh.
“I…” He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “Hazel, I need to explain this.”
I turned to her, my voice trembling.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Anna,” she said simply.
She was his childhood best buddy. Someone he had been close to for many years. But he never discussed marriage.
“Sam,” I said, forcing the words to come out. “Tell me the truth. Right now. In front of all our family and friends.”
“When we were kids, we had a pretend wedding,” he admitted. “Candy ring pops, a few scribbled vows, and Anna trying to play a song on her ukulele. We thought it was the real deal at the time. We were twelve.”
“But Anna is my best friend, that’s all.”
“Then why did you hold her like that? Why did she just walk in here and say that?”
“A few years ago,” he said, “Anna was in a terrible car accident.”
“The doctors said that she might never walk again.”
“Anna spent years in rehab, fighting to get her life back,” Sam continued. “I invited her to the wedding because how could I not have her here? But she told me that she wouldn’t be able to come.”
“I wanted to walk through those doors by myself,” Anna said just as softly.
“I’ve been practicing with heels for a long time now. I’ve literally been teaching myself how to walk in them for your day.”
“I’m so sorry for the drama, Hazel,” she said, her voice laced with something between guilt and amusement. “Sam and I have always pranked each other, and I thought… why not one last time?”
Tears flowed from the back of my eyes. I couldn’t believe it. This woman clawed her way back up, determined to regain her foothold.
I smiled at Sam.
“And I am so happy for you both. Truly,” Anna said.
The room was still. Then there was laughter.
The tension in the room subsided, and the vibe shifted as the visitors murmured and chuckled gently.
My wedding had been a dream.
The love. The joy. The warmth of it all.
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