Merry merry! Best wishes of the season.
It’s certainly been merry here.
An important point about message fragmentation. Here are 2 very
different messages, each starting with the same first chunk:
- We found the roasting pan we thought we’d given away.
- We found the roasting pan we thought we’d given away, but it’s
not in fit condition to use for food preparation, you’d best bring
Guess which version of the communication I had, right up to the point
when I was hotting up the oven and ready to pop in the turkey I’d
volunteered to prepare chez
les beaux parents this year? 🙂
The roasting pan was lurking under the shelves in the basement
workshop, a WWII-generation looking thing that had been gathering dust
for more years than I’ve been cooking. And the worst-looking kind of
dust (and rust). There weren’t great alternatives, so I
consented to see what DH could do to clean it up — convincing him to
use cooking oil to scrub it with, not inedible WD40… And when
successive wipes with a paper towel were still coming away with bits of
rust, I wiped it down with canola oil and threw it into the already hot
oven to seal it. Apart from having to position a standing
fan by the oven to direct the inevitable smoke towards the windows
(away from the alarm-company wired-in smoke detector), that did the
trick rather nicely.
I’ve decided it has the character of a cast iron pan — a little oil
and TLC, and it comes through like a champ.
Note the rounded bottom — no nasty corners to catch and hide cooking
I think I know the perfect home for this old champ.
A propos of nothing in
particular, Christmas sunset over Waterloo Lake: