A Sandwich Just Isn’t a Sandwich…
You thought I was linking you to the actual “Virgin Mary on Grilled Cheese?” Naw… Go take a look, I’ll wait.
Back yet? Good.
Stopped laughing yet? I haven’t.
Alright, enough of that. My mom asked me the other day what I wanted for Xmas. Really, honest to god, I want Shaun Rogers to re-sign with the Lions. Barring that, I gave her a short list. I look at this list and realize just how old I have indeed become.
Can I begin to describe how much
I want one of these? Almost two gallons of enameled cast iron capacity, with knobs and handles heat resistant to 450 degrees in the oven? Gulp. If I had the opportunity to restock my entire kitchen with the type of cookware and accessories I wanted, there would be very little that’d remain. I have one rigid plastic spatula that I love. I like my wooden fork. My small All-Clad pot and non-stick frying pan are pretty good. And all the Le Creuset stuff I have would stay too. I only have one of the enameled cast iron pieces (a medium sized casserole), and I have a few baking dishes out of the “Poterie” line. Other than that, all my crap can go. This Le Creuset stuff is awesome though.
I really need a new coffeemaker too, as my piece of shit $30 one blows. I wish I had $2,000 of disposable income to spend on a coffeemaker, because I can notice the difference between what they brew at coffee houses and what I can brew at home.
I also need a new band for my watch. Sadly, I haven’t worn it in three or more years, and miss having it around. It’s one of those uber-cool Seiko Kinetics, but the rubber of the band (titanium and rubber) basically crumbled into nothing, and I was stuck. So I need a new band, which is going to run $50-$150. That sucks too.
One last thing I asked for too was a new chef’s knife. I’ve got a Farberware set that’s adequate, but nothing beats a great piece of steel in your hands when prepping. Seriously.
Remember when it was a decision between whether you wanted Starscream or Thundercracker? Megatron or Optimus Prime (by the way, no self respecting kid ever chose Megatron in that scenario)? Now it’s whether to talk mom into the Dutch oven or the coffeemaker.
Where did my youth go?