I'm not sure which kind it is.
Three brands I know of are Calphalon, Circulon and Anolon.
If you look at the underside of the pan, the name is probably stamped in there.
ETA: Though Anolon might be the one that is dishwasher safe. But I know the other two definitely aren't.
Um... I can do this, right? I mean, even though I got a C in Advanced Algorithms and can't remember groups and fields and rings and originally majored in English, I'm not totally fooling myself with this idea about teaching math, right? And... the fact that most days I can't drag myself out of bed before 11 even though I know I have things to do and I feel like I'm so lazy I shouldn't be trusted with anything important and have been that way for a couple years now, that can change, right? Because, uh... right now I feel like the last person I would trust with children.
Well, not the last, because I wouldn't cause them actual harm, but you know what I mean.
Sounds whiny and pity-mongering, which, I suppose, it is a bit. But...
There is no but. I'm whiny and reassurance-needy. There is, clearly, no need to respond.
Emily, you can totally do this. seriously really and truly.
Emily, you love math, and that's the highest qualification I can think of for teaching it. Way more important than factual knowledge. You'll be great. God knows, kids could certainly do a lot worse.
Well, you are going to have to start getting out of bed before 11. But other than that, you should be fine.
Man with bloodstained weapons let into US from Canada. It worked, because he was a citizen.
Emily, I saw you in the Math Room!!! I
know
you can do it. And you will be spectacular.
I can't do that, so somebody's got to. Emily, you're nominated.
"Three! Three revisions!"
Is this followed quickly by The Count laughing, "Wah! Ah! Ah!" --? Hope so, since that is what I do.
Is this followed quickly by The Count laughing, "Wah! Ah! Ah!"
Pretty sure it was, since that's always what I hear in my head.
Also, my boss is now referring to me as "Hopalong".
Hopalong?
I have parents. One is asleep on the couch, the other is reading my Monitors before I get a chance to.
rolls eyes.
Man with bloodstained weapons let into US from Canada. It worked, because he was a citizen.
Lock up your elderly country music artists. We have hundreds of crazy-looking guys with bloody chainsaws and all the Homeland Insecurity billions can buy will hardly slow them down, apparently. Send 'em in, boys!