Throw it … throw it !!
It’s cuddly…
If it’s cuddly, it’s probably furry. Furry is Not Good in cookware.
The Mrs Shanks story has been read aloud at Cumbria Towers, to much hilarity, Armitage, and LadySusan and I were wondering if the top oven was to be gas and the bottom electric, or did Mrs Shanks want the entire thing in gas with a top grill? We will be unable to rest until satisfied upon that point.
Good detail. I like that.
The preference was both ovens to be gas … that is what we had previously. However, she could get her head around, if not necessarily IN, an electric oven, but she definitely, definitely wanted a gas upper oven/grill. She wanted the control of the grill which a gas control allows.
We could find gas single ovens or all electric ones … of course … but not what was wanted. Believe me, I searched.
I went through the same process a few years ago, since that was what was preferred in our household too: some of the old Cannon stoves had an electric oven and gas hob and grill. In the end we were forced to accept an electric grill, and get a separate gas hob so that it was still possible to make a proper omelette. (We had to get it plumbed in too, because the previous worktop hob was electric.)
Then I had the fun of locating a hob with one very hot burner at the front (for the omelettes) rather than at the back for some reason I have never quite understood because the back is for simmering things, surely? Making an omelette at the back of the hob is needlessly contortionist.
But making an omelette at the back of the hob while the front burner is also on is how you learn to make one exceedingly quickly and correctly. A little bit of professional kitchen sadism to file away ;- )
I have been making them for fifty years or so and have probably got the trick of it by now if I am ever going to!
Today’s achievement is learning how to do video / audio editing in Final Cut Pro. Or at least it will be once it downloads.
Still, there’s plenty of time; the project deadline isn’t until tomorrow…
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek…
Today I exchanged contracts on the house and will shortly be a Bristolian. Off to stock up on several gallons of wine
Whereabouts in Bristol? I used to live there, off Blackboy Hill.
I was going to say ‘be careful, there are some strange people Brissle way’ but then I saw the first reply to your post…
Axtually, what I was really going to say, of course, is Jolly good! Cheers! Congrats! and similar things…
Does anyone else, like me, put a new looroll in place for the several hundred thousandth time this lifetime and start to wonder what the point is of everything?
I admit that this may have been brought on by trying to iron the packaging-creases out of the blackout liners, following the instructions and using a cool iron, to No Effect Whatsoever…
The real woollen blackout liners, attract moths.
The artificial-wool blackout liners, attract artificial moths.
I will keep an eye out for artificial moths. We have an artificial butterfly by the fishpond…
Is it an artificial fish-pond or an artificial-fish pond?
No. Not even slightly.
Paintworks. Daughter’s buying there and I’ve kept the paddock to build in. Exciting times!
Thanks. Fizz is being drunk.