merrily | (no subject)

I spent my first two years living alone with a pitiful kitchen kit: one knife, one wooden spoon, one charred pot, a cutting board, and a single place setting. Therefore, I sometimes forget that I have a Paderno designed for making delicate sauces... until I'm in the middle of trying to stir roux in my cast-iron, which is probably laced with lead. And then I remember that I don't have to be straining my wrist tipping the thing sideways to get enough depth to use my wisk, nor do I have to be poisoning myself with lead.

Dinner tonight was delicious, although possible replete with heavy metals and carcinogens. It had cremini mushrooms and asiago cheese, though, so I'm counting it as a plus.

(I'm now going to go gorge on the last two discs of Veronica Mars, season two.)