Infinite Heat
I must have been thinking about the -13C temp outside as I got ready to head to work this morning. I felt compelled to snap a photo of our poor old stove which has more than served this kitchen well. It’ll probably up and die on us just when we least expect it to. Infinite heat it says, surely not meaning I can turn the burners up beyond the temperature of molten lava. That leaves, I guess, the infinite heat of running this stove to eternity, beyond my running out of money paying Nova Scotia Power to keep it going, beyond my life and all those who will inherit this old box. That’s reassuring that we’ll get more use of it yet. Guess I’d better give it a clean this weekend.
In more positive news I picked up this cool olive wood cooking utensil while I was grocer-ing at the StupourStore.
It’s been rubbed with mineral oil and ready to go. I can just see it in action now…. maybe I should just go home now and cook something. Anything, just to check it out. Better than metal, way better than high temp plastic and a good replacement for one of those dry looking old cookery stickeries that are probably made of softwood and never seem to easily clean. Hmmmm, it just reminded me looking at its shape, the one time in my life I threw a boomerang and tried to follow it’s path up into the sun then back and hit me, in the crotch.
The Missus on January 16th, 2009
Hey, those “dry looking old cookery stickeries” (of mine!) are made of hardwood. And they just need the love of a little oil, that’s why they’re hard to clean. Like people, kitchen tools need to be loved to live fully.
Wait, did I just liken being loved to being rubbed down with olive oil?
- She who loves you.
PS What’s a cotch?