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Too many bones for the pot - you'll just have to buy another one of those nice lecrusette ones!
As I was packing bones into the big stock pot, it did occur to me that I could put the rest of the bones into the 8 quart stock pot...but it was by then very late (for me) and it would have meant more chopping up celery, onions, garlic (I'm down to one head of garlic!), parsley, and I was just too tired.
To cook up as many bones as were in that roasting pan, I'd need a bigger stove, that could handle two big (BIG) stock pots at once. They won't fit on this stove. This is a 1950s kitchen, downsized from the old farm kitchens intended to process vast amounts of home-grown food, and not upsized to be the modern "gourmet" home kitchen. I'm not about to spend the money it would take to create a bigger kitchen (knock out the north wall of the house--carefully avoiding damage to the septic tank--put in new foundation, frame up and build the new addition--during all which time I would have no kitchen and a house and yard full of workmen. I wouldn't be able to write OR cook. Ick.)
Although...I admit I'm now lusting after a good sautee pan. Something either lighter than my (approx 60 yo) iron skillet or with a handle on the far side. I'm afraid that pot-lust once indulged in the slightest, is like book-lust or chocolate-lust or camera-lens-lust...it hath no end.
2010-05-14 12:16 am (UTC)
Resist the urge on a lighter skillet -- that's the dark side calling. I've given in a couple of times and regretted it, each, and every time. Stick to the cast iron skillet.
Except I'm in love with my All-Clad skillet which is heavy but not THAT heavy and has made me Mistress of the Perfect Fried Egg (i.e., as I like it) with nary a broken yoke.
I will never desert my cast iron (after all, I have some LeCreuset pots--with easy handles for two-handed lifting and lugging) but a sautee pan that I can lift with one hand would be a great help at times when I want to "golden" some diced onion and garlic or sautee some peppers before sliding them into a soup or stew in progress. The big cast iron skillet was my mother's; the smaller one was the largest I could lift when I was seven. The griddle for pancakes--YES. But the griddle has two handles. I can no longer lift the big skillet one handed when it's got much in it, and I really can't tilt it over a stewpot to get the last bit of onion/pepper/whatever in.
2010-05-15 02:11 am (UTC)
Well I must say I've never tried an All-Clad skillet when testing out non-cast iron skillets. But I'll remain skeptical for now. Tell us again in 6 months how you like it.
The choice of pots and pans is highly individual and I'm not trying to influence you...only to share my own experience and feelings about my choices.
I'm sure I'll still be talking about cooking things in six months.
The thunderstorm got here around 9 last night, with a respectable .4" of rain. But it's 9 am now and 80°. I thought there was supposed to be a cold front around here somewhere.
Your sentiment regarding Robin McKinley's bluebell woods is perfectly understandable. Somehow fields of bluebonnets out under the sun don't have the same effect. Or is it just familiarity? But the idiom escapes me. Bucket list?
I LOVE bluebonnets. I love the effect, the fragrance, everything about bluebonnets. But then I also love mealy-blue-sage in a field, that sort of misty blue.
Bluebells are just another way to enjoy blue flowers massed somewhere. I go bonkers over all of them. (And other colors as well.)
Bucket list: current slang term for "the things you want to do before you die" (kick the bucket.)
No more storm here, and no rain. Yet. Hoping.
Can we get together on strategic rain times? Don't want rain Friday or Saturday through noon, because of the big outdoor neighborhood yard sale on a grassy median, and don't want rain next Saturday because it's UT Commencement, and I wouldn't wish an indoor ceremony (like when I took my MA) on anyone, when they can have grackles and fireworks instead.
But yes, rain, in the abstract, and in the non-interfering particular, would be good. Very good.