I think I'm coming down with something. I'm all achey and coughy and whiny.
But a productive after-work special: on Sunday the damn cast-iron skillet that I bought from Loblaws cracked while I was curing it (buh?) Since I was planning on using it on Saturday (big-honkin' steak when Olivia's in town w00), I don't have enough time to cure one up from scratch.
So I capitulated and bought the pre-cured Cadillac of cast iron. Mmmmm, twelve inches of
Lodge Pro-Logic.
And that does it for me for the rest of the night. Too much walking!