The Iron Chef.

I almost forgot to mention the awesome Christmas present that my brother got me: an iron skillet. I can cross #15 off the list now, just by making an omelette! This thing is great... at least, it will be, once I use it.

You see, I did a foolish thing -- I told people that I got one. Instantly, I was overwhelmed by culinary experts ready to caution me on the proper care and handling of a skillet: Don't use water/use water, don't use soap/use soap, don't use salt/use salt... and yet, throughout all of these meticulous directions I received, everybody summed it up by then saying, "basically, just leave it alone." In conclusion, I figure that if I recognise that it's a big slab of iron, and treat it accordingly, it should be fine.

And a fine skillet it is. I haven't made a single breakfast with it yet, but I've already been swinging it around like it was a Wiimote, honing my combat cooking skills for any would-be intruders. In fact, I almost decided to give it a name, like all proper weapons, except that its handle was about an inch too short.

Actually... that's perfect.

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Canadian explorer. Chemist by training, biologist by nature. Long-time supporter and participant in National Novel Writing Month. Known as "Aquadeo" in most Internet circles. Also known as "that guy with the pants" to people who have seen me in certain pants.