Yes, dear readers, it’s come to this. I’m posting a photo of a frying pan. How much worse can things get here at the cottage?
You realize, of course, why I’m posting this particular not-very-good-photo. The color! My favorite color, in fact. We needed another frying pan (why can’t non-stick surfaces stay non-stick for more that a few months?) and I found this one at Home Goods. Cuisinart. This particular style comes in lots of bright colors. And yes, I took this photo before I potentially ruined the wicker rocker. In fact, it was right before I embarked on my doomed DIY project.
Seriously, does anyone else have problems with non-stick pans? If you have a recommendation, I’d sure love to hear it. Because we are seriously irritated by it. Especially this guy:
…who does most of the frying around here. Neat photo, eh? (My Canadian grandmother wrote letters to me when I was in college and she invariably ended a sentence with “eh?”) I took this last week because Don wanted some updated photos with his now shorter hair. Ooh….those eyes!! And let’s not mention his hair, which makes me green with envy.
Now I will leave you with this photo of Scout looking insane:
Scout will be 13 this December. She is the youngest 13 year old dog I’ve ever seen. She’s got far more energy than I do, that’s for sure. As she gets older, though, she has become barkier. Lots of barking. Nagging barking. She’s like an elderly person who has decided that old age has earned her the right to mouth off whenever she wants. You know, the person who says, “I speak my mind. I don’t care what people think.”
That’s Scout. She’s a piece of work, that one.
