That is exactly what I use, Kat, my Le Crueset Dutch oven. Which is why I use a wooden spoon, so I don't scratch up the enamel. Very prissy of me, I know.
Lilah ,'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Come visit me, Jen! I will put it on your plate!
Woo! The company would be the best part of that, of course, but I would eat. Oh, but how I would eat!
Now I'm retroactively sad about my dinner. PB&J and some (admittedly yummy) lentils.
Silicon whisks!
My roux-stirring technique is almost all scraping across the bottom of the pan, which I don't think I could do effectively with a whisk. I use a wooden spatula like thing, now that I think about it.
Which pan depends on what I'm making, but my usual pan for most things is my 10 inch cast iron skillet. And as for whisk or spoon, I'm like Kat, it depends on what's clean.
Totally vain evening -- I had to paint my nails because I'm going to yoga. Now this isn't, I need to be hot for yoga. But it's more like, SHIT, My face is near my feet and my nails look like shit.
Also, there is a big shitstorm in my yoga community and all of these big allegations against the yoga school's founder. Some of it stupid -- he has consensual sex with women who aren't his girlfriend! he smokes pot! --- and some of it is serious -- he froze funds in pension funds for his employees! But yikes. The sense of betrayal people have.
I just took off my polish as it was all chipped. Need to decide what's next, but probably a purple.
March is green for me. Then I'll do pastel blue for April.
Mine are a blue/purple changeable glaze over plum, but the tips are totally worn. I'm thinking something bright next.
My nail polish has almost entirely peeled off. I feel it's past the tipping point where removing it chemically is worth it. Then again, apparently I've been there for a week.
We were talking about interests tipping people off to your age (the 32 year old programmer is very proud of himself for working out how ancient I'd have to be to be a viable Viv Richards fan, and the QA lead thinks that actually having partied while it was 1999 gives her street cred), and this one lady at the table says "They ask me if I know who Dr. Spock is! It's certainly not the guy from Star Wars!"
I felt a lot younger all of a sudden, but very alone.