So tonight I made dinner: chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, cream (well, milk) gravy.
Implements used: my great-grandma’s cast iron skillet (circa 1896), which I received from my grandma in 1989 when I got my first apartment on my own; and my new Calphalon 8-quart pot. Potatoes in the pot, CFS and gravy in the skillet.
My stove works. For suitably broad values of "works". The burners don’t have the oomph I’m used to from the nice (new) GE stove we had/K has in Michigan, so it took a while to get the spuds to a boil (the 15,000 BTU Burner Of Doom in MI makes short work of that task), but I eventually pronounced it Dinner, ate it, and it was Good.
Then I had to clean up.
I officially hate my kitchen faucet. It’s too short, combined with a shallow sink, and that means cleaning the 8-quart stock pot and my extra-long potato masher (purchased at IKEA in Michigan at the time I was moving into a newish townhouse that had a tall faucet and a deep sink) is a bit of a challenge. The good news is that it’s in such poor shape after 20 years of use that I have authorization from the landlord to replace it.
I’ve cooked here before, of course, but it’s still satisfying to make something you like from scratch using the old family recipe (there’s a secret to the breading, and before you ask, if I tell you, it’s not a secret, hmmmm?). And there are potatoes and gravy left over for microwaving later (or, more likely, tomorrow).