Drum roll please

[cjsmith]

I am now the proud owner of a second nonstick skillet* large enough to brown a pound of ground turkey. Being able to run two of those at once during a cook-for-the-week session is going to be a real win for my tender feetsies.

So far I have learned two lessons with my new skillet:

1: It takes a lot longer to cook stuff if the pan takes a lot longer to heat up.

2: Scraping the meat to one side of the pan and tilting the pan to drain off the fat is downright awkward if your skillet is slicker'n black ice. The meat keeps sliding around!

I am also the proud owner of a garlic press. I am getting more frou-frou by the day. A garlic press! *eyeroll* But by golly I am going to get over my fear of using stuff that grows in the ground as opposed to stuff that comes in jars. (I reserve the right, however, to go back to jars due to the economics imposed by waste. How fast do I have to use up a bulb of garlic?)

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*Those of you who wish to argue that my first large skillet is no longer nonstick will get a fair hearing. I've clearly eaten a lot of Teflon over the years.

Comments

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

I hear you on the frou-frou-ness that new diets can bring... I never thought that I'd be buying products that contained ingredients like raw sprouted seeds, spelt, flaxseeds, or (today's latest) rye grass powder (???). Goodness, that sounds like Sparrow's shopping list from D2WO4! But, these are what's gonna keep my spinal cord happy, so... there we go.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

It's like I'm joining the Insane Yuppie Club, made up mostly of healthy gullible young white people with lots of money and time on their hands. "Oh, I can't eat THAT ridiculously common food; it's POISON. All of YOU are RUINING your bodies." (Said, of course, by and to people with no health concerns.) A fight erupts over which ridiculously common foods are "killing us all" versus which weird berry grown only in one square meter on earth is "a miracle food", and then the young healthy yuppies with opposite frou-frou diets storm off to their respective SUVs filled with various kinds of extreme sports equipment.

I wouldn't mind so much if I were imagining all my problems and could still use the extreme sports equipment, yanno? :-/