a twist on the usual
i just finished making a batch of fudge. it's a pretty simple recipe, with simple ingredients, and a simple process. the tools required are basic, and can be found in any kitchen... even mine.
guess what part of the recipe took me the longest? if you know me, you'll assume that finding a can-opener was the most labor-intensive task, and usually, you'd be right.
this time, though, you'd be wrong. i found not one but two can-openers on my first try. angel choirs burst forth inshock amazement song and i'll admit that i was myself a bit wowed by this pair of can-openers sitting exactly where they ought to be.
so, what was the hold up? was it stirring together all those ingredients over low heat for an eternity of semi-patience? nope. was it chopping nuts on a cutting board precariously propped up on a sink edge? nope. (in fact, i only thought of making this fudge after my latest kitchen cleaning, which ensured a nice countertop for the cutting board and easy-to-locate can-openers.) so was it pressing the resulting goo into a foil-lined pan? ha-ha, no.
the longest task, the hardest, the most riddled with explitives was the opening of the ******* can!
that's right. i had not one, but two can-openers right there. the can-openers were in plain sight. they were ready. they were willing. they were broken! both of them! yes, that's right. both can-openers failed to do their job.
i inspected each can-opener. the slicey part that moves against the gear part is actually moving about 3/16ths of an inch away from the gear part. that's apparently enough space for a can-opener to cease opening cans.
oddly enough, the little can-opener i keep in the office failed in a similar way when i tried to open a can of salmon for lunch during the last month. i'm finally getting to the point where i can maybe keep track of a can-opener, and now all the can-openers go on strike or something. what is that?
so i'm in the market for a new can-opener. again. still. perpetually. i live in a state of continuous need for a new can-opener.
i even tried to apply some not-so-gentle pressure on the can-openers, but i could not get the slicey part and the gear part to play nice. the can-openers would not even pierce the can unless i angled them just so and applied pressure from the outside. the can in question fell over several times, and i almost lost the contents once.
when the can-opener finally bit into the can, it would run about a half turn of the crank and then veer off into the center part of the can's lid. like that will open the can. so i ended up alternating can-openers (neither was any better than the other, but i held onto some hope), and re-puncturing the can until i got enough of it open to scrape out the contents into the pot.
this is why i need three can-openers in my kitchen. i bet a third one wouldn't have broken. it would have been hiding somewhere instead.
well. the fudge is made. it turned out nicely enough, so apparently the can-opener saga didn't affect it much.
love and peace.
guess what part of the recipe took me the longest? if you know me, you'll assume that finding a can-opener was the most labor-intensive task, and usually, you'd be right.
this time, though, you'd be wrong. i found not one but two can-openers on my first try. angel choirs burst forth in
so, what was the hold up? was it stirring together all those ingredients over low heat for an eternity of semi-patience? nope. was it chopping nuts on a cutting board precariously propped up on a sink edge? nope. (in fact, i only thought of making this fudge after my latest kitchen cleaning, which ensured a nice countertop for the cutting board and easy-to-locate can-openers.) so was it pressing the resulting goo into a foil-lined pan? ha-ha, no.
the longest task, the hardest, the most riddled with explitives was the opening of the ******* can!
that's right. i had not one, but two can-openers right there. the can-openers were in plain sight. they were ready. they were willing. they were broken! both of them! yes, that's right. both can-openers failed to do their job.
i inspected each can-opener. the slicey part that moves against the gear part is actually moving about 3/16ths of an inch away from the gear part. that's apparently enough space for a can-opener to cease opening cans.
oddly enough, the little can-opener i keep in the office failed in a similar way when i tried to open a can of salmon for lunch during the last month. i'm finally getting to the point where i can maybe keep track of a can-opener, and now all the can-openers go on strike or something. what is that?
so i'm in the market for a new can-opener. again. still. perpetually. i live in a state of continuous need for a new can-opener.
i even tried to apply some not-so-gentle pressure on the can-openers, but i could not get the slicey part and the gear part to play nice. the can-openers would not even pierce the can unless i angled them just so and applied pressure from the outside. the can in question fell over several times, and i almost lost the contents once.
when the can-opener finally bit into the can, it would run about a half turn of the crank and then veer off into the center part of the can's lid. like that will open the can. so i ended up alternating can-openers (neither was any better than the other, but i held onto some hope), and re-puncturing the can until i got enough of it open to scrape out the contents into the pot.
this is why i need three can-openers in my kitchen. i bet a third one wouldn't have broken. it would have been hiding somewhere instead.
well. the fudge is made. it turned out nicely enough, so apparently the can-opener saga didn't affect it much.
love and peace.
posted by Rehkmira @ 22:38
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