My mom and dad blessed me with a little deer sausage a few days ago. I decided to fry up a piece for lunch. Now, I'm not saying it has been a long time since I've cooked, but when I dusted off my skillet and put it on the stove ... it started yelling at me ...
"Hey! Who are you?"
"Why are you throwing raw meat at me?"
And, "why the @%* is it getting so hot in here?"
... which kind of shocked me! My cookware never used to use expletives like that ...
Perhaps it's time my cookware and I get reacquainted. No telling what kind of trash talking I'm gonna get from my gumbo pot ...
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well, cookware is kind of like a woman: if you've neglected her for some time, you really need to woo her (as opposed to coming at her with meat and expecting things to start cookin). Did I say that?
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