The Galloping Gourmand, Chapter I, Verses 1-5
Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 11:34 pm
Times of melancholy evoke strange behaviors. This is such a time. This is such a behavior.
We are all well aware of the difficulties in cleaning a George Foreman grill. Not one to be beaten, I started running my finger between the ridges, ostensibly to clear them of that delectable charred substance which inhabits them after we have grilled a pork chop or a burger or steak or a chicken breast. But we all know where that finger went next. And then it was slices of bread doing the deed!! Could it get worse?
It did.
I noticed what had collected in the tray beneath the grill .... schmalz!!! Sweet goddess of clogged arteries .... schmalz.
I'm lost, so lost.
We are all well aware of the difficulties in cleaning a George Foreman grill. Not one to be beaten, I started running my finger between the ridges, ostensibly to clear them of that delectable charred substance which inhabits them after we have grilled a pork chop or a burger or steak or a chicken breast. But we all know where that finger went next. And then it was slices of bread doing the deed!! Could it get worse?
It did.
I noticed what had collected in the tray beneath the grill .... schmalz!!! Sweet goddess of clogged arteries .... schmalz.
I'm lost, so lost.