The Simmer Till Done planning committee – that’s me – is on a special-project work break, so please enjoy these posts from the past, especially if they’re new to you. My apologies for the old words, but thanks so much for coming by – back with fresh ones soon!*
This Monday rerun is from just around the corner, January 2009 – but I think we can all agree that you don’t see oven-mitt puppetry every day, and it’s worth another look. I recall that one particular reader – I’m looking at you, Average Betty – noted that I’d “brought the crazy,” thrilling words for a buttoned-up broad like me. Original post – with very amusing comments – found here.
We’ve worked in the trenches together for so long. How long? Let’s take a look.
Good times, and not always pretty. But – look past the scars. This kitchen helper was more than just useful, more than burnt batting – a mitt with real oomph. Sure, he’d run into a burning oven for you. But he could also be tender…
Or at least until trash day.