I got a spiffy, shiny, cherry red enameled cast iron skillet for Christmas, something I’ve been lusting after for a long time. Looking at it, I’ve decided it’s the perfect recessionary gift, for a number of reasons.
It comes with a lifetime limited warranty. I think the limited may have to do with my own lifetime.
It’s recommended uses are: searing, sautéing, tenderizing, frying, and deglazing. I christened it by making a grilled cheese sandwich, but I used aged white cheddar so I could feel all Top-Cheffish. I’m this close [ ] to making my own hot dog.
The first time I lifted this skillet, I realized that it had more than just searing, sautéing, tenderizing, frying, and deglazing possibilities. It had heft. I’m thinking store-this-sucker-in-the-gym-bag heft. I’m thinking arm-curl heft.
Now, I’m wondering just how much heft my hefty skillet has, so I run upstairs with my cherry red skillet — huff, puff, wheeze — and jump on the scale. Note: this is not the smartest thing to do post Christmas gluttony.
Back to I jumped on the scale.
The only thing worse would have been if it were a talking scale, and then I’d have to kill it with my cherry red skillet. I quickly jumped back off, and then jumped back on with the skillet. I counted this as morning exercise. The skillet weighed-in at 5 lbs, a few ounces less than tech baby when she was born.
I. Did. Not.
Yep. Now I can do arm curls at home. In my jammies. No waiting to get dressed for the gym. Bonus.
I can strap it on my back and get a better cardio workout.
I can prop open the door.
I can use it to thwack unsuspecting perps, when Gracie Golden Pup is too busy watching CNN to do her Golden job.
I can use it as a paperweight for anything from a short story to a magnum opus.
And best of all — Look out spiders. Elen’s got a brand new hammer!
Best recessionary gift skillet ever.
Did you get a gift like this?
It’s the last Monday of 2008. Everybody to the bar!