Faith ,'Get It Done'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
you can't ruin cast iron. You just have to reseason it.
I have my grandmother's cast iron skillet. It survived a house fire at my parents' when I was in college. The fire started in the kitchen (bad wiring in the wall oven). But my folks had the skillet sandblasted and gave it to me when I got married. I love it and use it quite a bit. Sometimes I wash it--it depends on what I cook in it. Sometimes, I just wipe it out and give it another coat of oil and a few minutes in the oven.
Caught up. whew. Got home super late last night.
Much ~ma to thems that need it. I'm firmly in the camp of FUCK CANCER.
Today, my day off, I got to sleep in. Woot. Answer work e-mails. Woot. Drop off a non-functioning mic for work. Woot. And finally picked up (drum roll please) my order of 500 condoms!!! (for work). Plus I did a lil grocery shopping, a ton of laundry, and catching up on TiVo. On the whole, not a bad day.
But the bestest of news. I think I'm officially out of my summer funk that I was woefully eyebrow deep in just a short time ago. YAY! Thanks to those that gave some wonderful thoughts and advice.
Now I just gotta get in bed early enough to wake up and drive to work before 8am... did I mention I am a night person??
Oh, well good. I mildly inconvenienced someone's pan, then.
Yay Omnis for beating the funk!
Source of much amusement, a blog that posts bits from police blotters around the country: [link]
Erie County, NY
A woman reportedly parked her vehicle on Hamilton Road overnight and when she returned, it had been covered in marshmallow fluff, bologna and mustard.
Most new cast iron pans sold today come pre-seasoned and can be used right out of the box.
I own my dad's square cast iron "roaster" that he got from his mom. It's very unusual, being about 4 inches deep on the sides, with a heavy lid on top that has little spikes for directing drippings onto the roast or chicken.
Gronk. It is way too early. I've been at the theatre for close to 20 minutes aleady, and it's a 50 mile drive to get here.
Wrong like a wrong thing, Drew.
This [link] is probably waaay overboard as a housewarming present to myself, isn't it?