Graters are the single most dangerous kitchen implement.
I find I'm safer with the microplane,
Go microplane. Microplane is your friend.
t /culty
'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
Graters are the single most dangerous kitchen implement.
I find I'm safer with the microplane,
Go microplane. Microplane is your friend.
t /culty
I've microplaned my fingers too. Smaller, daintier cuts. Anyway, microplanes are no good for coarse grating, such as you need for pimiento cheese.
microplanes are no good for coarse grating, such as you need for pimiento cheese.
That's why you let other people do the work for you. Back in the day, I'd have a friend over, make him grate, and then feed him as recompense.
Now I just buy grated.
Reminds me of Mitch Hedberg:
I have a cheese-shredder at home, which is its positive name. They don't call it by its negative name, which is sponge-ruiner.
That's why you let other people do the work for you.I used to do this all of the time.
Now I just buy grated.Now I do this.
I can also use the food processor but there is still sharpness involved and sharpness leads to bleeding even when I am being very very careful.
Right now I have a finger with a mystery notch out of it and I have no idea how it got there. The only grated cheese in my recent past has been handed to me at the taco shop window which makes it much safer. For my fingers if not my arteries.
I got a rock!
Is it a big rock? Did you tell all your friends?
All this painful hand-grating talk reminds me why I'm a heathen and buy pre-shredded cheese.
I've never met anyone at a fan event who has babbled except in charming, ego-boosting fashion. And never do they strike one as idiots. Ever.
But then he's never met me. (signed) Ned Seagoon
Hey, I'm writing a whole movie about throwing rocks! And I pray it gets made and that it's as unpopular around here as "Serenity." Which, by the way, I went and saw again last night at a regular theater and there were no people in Glendale with knit caps singing the Ballad Of Jayne.
I mean, there were people in knit caps. But they were just shooting each other.
With rocks? Or skittles? There were a lot of free range skittles (or maybe m&ms. But they sounded bouncier) at my theater.
Milk duds would cause greater injury (or insult) than junior mints, I think.