Thursday, July 03, 2008



I didn't think it was possible, but my favorite cast iron skillet bit the dust yesterday. Keith called me at work to break the news. He was worried that I'd be upset, but what can you do about something like that? He had washed it and was carrying it over to hang it on the pot rack when it fell out of his hand and hit the floor. I know I've dropped it before, but this time a big ol' piece of it broke off. I used it every day, now I'll have to go scour the Goodwills and Salvation Army stores up and down I-79 till I find another.

This particular skillet has a story, which I will recount here for posterity. Keith's mother is famous for her complete lack of cooking skills, and one day she attempted to make pancakes in this very skillet. They stuck, making her so mad that she threw the skillet out the window into the back yard, where it stayed all winter till the snow melted and Keith rescued it and gave it to me. I nursed it back to health and it served me well for the last 5 years. Now, it is busted, and sitting on my dining room table. Can you recycle iron? Anybody have any ideas for what I can do with my ginormously chipped frying pan?

In other news, I only had to work half a day today, since the Bakery is closed tomorrow for the 4th of July. Delia went to work with Keith, so I planned to use my time wisely and get some house work done. We're going camping over the weekend, and I thought it might be nice to have a tidy house to come home to. Anyway, a couple of days ago I discovered my mop (a Roll-O-Matic) hadn't been put away properly the last time I used it. Really I can't remember the last time I used it, but whoever it was left the mop in the squeezed out position (between the rollers) and it dried like that, all gross and disgusting. I had to toss it. Whenever I shopped for a replacement head, I coughed up bile because they are like $6 apiece at Target, and more at Giant Eagle. So today after work I walked to Dollar General and bought a generic roller mop head for $3. Of course when I tried to put it on the mop it did not fit, and I tried to sort of wedge it on there so I could at least use it (and not be able to ring it out). That lasted about one second, and the sponge flipped out of the clips and splashed water on the cabinets... so I very gently put the mop handle away (fighting the urge to throw it through the back door) and used the cheap-ass yellow sponge piece to scrub my kitchen floor. On my hands and knees. It was great. Then I did the same thing to the bathroom. Now my knees are filthy, but at least the floors are clean(ish). If they only would stay that way.

2 comments:

Charlotte said...

Don't you hate scrubbing on your hands and knees? I have to do that about once a month to get up all the mystery stickies in the living room. I don't know what the girls do sometimes!

Charlotte said...

PS: Sorry about the frying pan, that is crazy. I always thought those were indestructable.