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Not too bad either.  A second load of laundry started, dishes set to rinse, a fantastic breakfast, if a bit much.  I added mushrooms.  Fantastic.  I even washed the pan from this and the previous breakfast.  I gave my stainless All-Clad another go, after reviewing instructions, from the company itself.  Glad I did, it is working out splendidly.  Two mistakes were hurting my prior efforts.  First, I wasn't giving the virgin steel time to heat properly.  Next, which ties with the last but is also separate, I was adding fats, and the wrong kind.  Butter is great, but neither alone nor the first fat on a high heat pan... ghee perhaps, not butter.

Why stainless?  It really is healthier.  And, now, just as stick-free as non-stick surfaced pans.  As well, non-stick pans only last a few years.  No one replaces them rightly.  It is expensive.  While top stainless multi-layer cookery costs a fortune up front, if you learn how to use them, they will never need replaced.  Actually, not even copper is good for you.  High carbon steel, cast iron, or stainless (if multi-layer isn't required, it sure helps) are the best, for many reasons.  Cast is finicky to was, stainless can also be a hassle to get spotless (which is required for non-stick like cooking), and I haven't come close to mastering high carbon pans... yet.

Coats are up, from in the kitchen.  I don't know about much else.  I'd really like to prep trash, but that doesn't seem possible.  Maybe, but unlikely.  The last thing I really want to do is at least get the currently washing clothes in the dryer and going, perhaps putting away the first load.  Breakfast hit me like a ton of bricks.  Hunger ran into top-notch home cooking, leaving too much food for my g.i., which hasn't seen that much food at once in... months?  At least.  Ugh.

Still, not a bad go.  Not bad at all.  I have a few things and hours to go, but it's good night for the blog posting.  Have a great day!  Oh, and get to church you lazy heathens.   Say a prayer for me if you do.  Danged kids, pestering an old cripple instead of going to church.  Get off my porch!