Batter-Splattered

a nonsticky-wicket

I received this email query from a reader named Heather:

I was reading Ethicurean today about pots & pans & non-stick hazards and it motivated me to finally start asking serious questions about what kind of pots & pans I should have. So I thought to myself, "I'll bet Molly at Batter-Splattered" has some wise thoughts on the subject. So do you? Want to post about it? Or just email back? And some ideas about where to get said miraculous pots & pans in the Anchorage area?

My response:

Hi Heather, hhhmmmmmm I was way ahead of the curve on the switching from nalgene bottles to cool aluminum ones (mostly because sigg bottles are just so darn pretty) (and because I never liked nalgene bottles) but I'm afraid I'm still cooking with nonstick skillets. But all my pots are either enamel Le creuset or copper. I might have to break down and go get a beautiful NON-nonstick (ahaha) 4 qartt all clad saute pan and toss the non-stick skillets. From Habitat or Williams Sonoma. I think all my pots and pans have come from thrift stores so it's hard to spend real money on such things. What are you thinking of buying? Why is it that everything is trying to kill us these days? I guess I could take heart in knowing that I'm 35 and by now, all the damage has been done already ;-)

Your thoughts?

power of voodoo

You remind me of the babe

What babe?

the babe with the power

What power?

power of voodoo

Who do?

you do

Do what?

remind me of the babe

David Bowie rocks. Didn't Cary Grant and Shirley Temple sing that song too, or some version of it, when she was teenager-ish?

Hey guess what? When I was in Portland I made a trip to Voodoo Donut on a Saturday morning, a hallowed place revered by those in the know -- a source of Swahili lessons, weddings by ordained ministers beneath a Holy Doughnut sign and a velvet painting of Isaac Hayes, and best of all, donuts with names like Grape Apes, Butter Fingering, Triple Chocolate Penetration, and glazed with things like nyquil and filled with pepto-bismol (if only the FDA would let them continue making those particular drug-laden delicacies) (but I don't think it'll happen anytime soon considering you need a DOCTOR'S PRESCRIPTION to get Advil Cold and Sinus in Oregon -- a lesson I learned the hard way when stricken by spring allergies because everything but everything was blooming there) (sweet, sweet Advil Cold and Sinus. I will battle the meth-heads to the death for my right to pop your sinus-clearing, non-drowsy formula. Don't ever change, my sweet).

But where was I?

Voodoo.

It was awesome.

My friend and I shared a maple bacon bar and a voodoo donut -- it only seemed right to order the signature donut.

While standing out front wolfing them down, my friends were trading tales of people trying to steal the voodoo signs and a girl who worked there was standing about on a break and she happily regaled us with tales of sign stealing escapades including one, if I heard right, by a person dressed as Homer Simpson. I think that's what she said. I was so consumed with consuming my maple bacon bar that I only listened with half an ear. Sometimes my tastebuds take over and my other senses suffer for it, if only temporarily.

I thought it was funny that every young guy in line wanted the cock and balls donut. Just because of the name. There was lots of young-guy-snickering happening in that line. According to the website, that one's also popular by the box for bachelorette parties.

I think I'm gonna try to make my own maple bacon bars using storebought maple bars and cooked-just-till-crispy strips of bacon. I'm so far away from the real thing but maybe my own creations will do. Till I can get back to Portland to have the real thing.

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Jump magic, jump (jump magic, jump)

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby, make him free

copper river time!

Today's the day!