Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Interesting. When do you add them?Personally? I saute the mushrooms until I am pleased with them, toss in a can of cannelini beans and warm them up, then toss in the spinach until it wilts. If you let the beans and mushies simmer together for a bit though, it gets kinda creamy and just very deliciouser. But I always toss in the spinach at the very end.
My dinner was pizza. I don't cook.
People don't understand the extent of what I mean when I say, I don't cook. I'm the person who lived in her last apartment for two years efore someone gently told me that the little drawer under the stove was not for pan storage; it was the broiler.
I'm the person who lived in her last apartment for two years efore someone gently told me that the little drawer under the stove was not for pan storage; it was the broiler.It's a multi-tasker, it can do both...
Every stove I've had, it's been for storage.
I don't think I've ever had one where it was a broiler.
You had pans? I knew a guy at my old job whose father came to visit once and had to go out to the store and buy a frying pan so he could make some eggs.
It's been the broiler in most of the ovens I've had, but not all.
Okay, so I feel a little less dumb. A little. And I do have a frying pan.
In my experience, most of the stoves I've had with a separate broiler were gas stoves. Electric stoves tend to have a combo oven/broiler and you just adjust the shelves to where you want them.
I use my broiler a lot because it's my preferred method for cooking meat. Flames + meat = yum.
Yesterday at the market I picked up lamb steak. They said it was a center slice of leg of lamb, but it was basically a steak and fairly cheap (like, $3). Anyway, I've usually gotten bigger (more expensive) lamb broils, but took a flyer on this.
It was great! Marinated it in Worcestshire, S&P and ran it under the broiler 5 mins per side (it was fairly thin cut). Then did it french style and tossed on a pat of butter. So tasty!
That may explain my confusion. I'd always had an electric stove, and when I got a gas stove, I was a little scared of it. It's fire! In the house! It's gas, on fire, in the house! I didn't trust it.
And then there was the woman down the hall two summers ago who left the gas on and it seeped all through the building and caused a panic and an evacuation, and my helicopter medevac experience. Gah. Gas appliances do not make me very comfortable.
"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"
This cracked me up. So very true.
It is true, of babies and fandom.
Also? Cats.