Cooking in a different pan... Ouch, my teeth!
Cooking in a different pan... Ouch, my teeth!
Okay then, after a walk in the park in the city of Maastricht I came home today and decided it was supper time and prepared to make myself French stew, which is a simple thing to make: a one pan meal and you can buy it in the store all prepped and ready to cook, problem was, I hadn't done the dishes last night so I was forced to use a different pan than the usual one I use for making supper. That particullar pan has seen better days and already had some flaking at the bottom going on. I thought nothing better off it so I cleaned the pan and put my stew in and cooked it.
But when I started eating the stew, it felt like biting on tin foil, this really nasty cold sting, at the very first bite I was grabbing my jaw in agony. Man that sucked, I thought that maybe it was a freak accident and tried a few more bites but each one hurt more than the last so I chucked the stew away and Pan along with it.
Little particles of metal in your food make for a very painful meal.
But when I started eating the stew, it felt like biting on tin foil, this really nasty cold sting, at the very first bite I was grabbing my jaw in agony. Man that sucked, I thought that maybe it was a freak accident and tried a few more bites but each one hurt more than the last so I chucked the stew away and Pan along with it.
Little particles of metal in your food make for a very painful meal.
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That hurts just thinking about it! Hope you feel better and recover completely, Wouter.
I have a related story: way back when I was helping a friend build a house (in a rural area, about 10 miles from the city), we went into town for supplies and stopped for lunch at a barbecue place that my friend really liked. As I was eating my barbecue beef sandwich, I bit down I felt and heard a "crunch" that didn't sound right. After working the food a little, I spit out a piece of buckshot!?!
I have a related story: way back when I was helping a friend build a house (in a rural area, about 10 miles from the city), we went into town for supplies and stopped for lunch at a barbecue place that my friend really liked. As I was eating my barbecue beef sandwich, I bit down I felt and heard a "crunch" that didn't sound right. After working the food a little, I spit out a piece of buckshot!?!
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Wouter, that's just payback for jailing Lucy and killing Charlie Brown.
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Neither have I ever heard of anemia among those Southerners who make their cornbread in cast iron skillets....
But, lead poisoning from shot pellets would be a much graver matter indeed
But, lead poisoning from shot pellets would be a much graver matter indeed

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and sit in with the band whenever you can, to keep your chops up!
Yep, I agree completely, Charly. But you don't "just" spit them out onto the ground. Not down on the bayous you didn't. You had to put them to good use. Yep. Shot was expensive, so we reused it. Yep. Why, my cousins and I used to see how many quail we could bring down just by spitting real-hard the pellets that came out of a good meal of venison cooked right there over the campfire. Did pretty well! Had quail for dessert most days. When there weren't quail, there were swamp skeeters nearly as big
We'd leave them lying dead on the ground, and then knock out the frogs that came up to eat them with our spare pellets. Toast them whole over the campfire on sticks, and just chew off the legs. Tasted like chicken.....
Bet you're wondering what we did to the catfish that came walking up out of the creek's edge to eat the leftover frog bodies we tossed out for them? Ptui! Ptui! Yep, you guessed it, fried catfish in the old cast iron skillet.....
Yep, them were the days, har!
We'd leave them lying dead on the ground, and then knock out the frogs that came up to eat them with our spare pellets. Toast them whole over the campfire on sticks, and just chew off the legs. Tasted like chicken..... Bet you're wondering what we did to the catfish that came walking up out of the creek's edge to eat the leftover frog bodies we tossed out for them? Ptui! Ptui! Yep, you guessed it, fried catfish in the old cast iron skillet.....
Yep, them were the days, har!
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and sit in with the band whenever you can, to keep your chops up!
