Easter Reserrection
Dick, my Flair was trashed by the time dinner was on the table. I did a Leg of Pork in the small oven, measuring it to be sure before I bought it. There was a 22 pound Turkey in the big oven. I have no idea what went on while I was at church, but the turkey, nested well within the confines of it's roaster, shot a puddle of fat in one corner of the oven. When he turkey was ready, it came out to bake the Vasileopita (Toggles, please correct the spelling) while I mashed the tropic blend potatoes, onions, garlic, apples, sweet potatoes and white potatoes. The onions wrap around the beaters turning them into clubs which spatter orange glop everywhere. In the last hurrah of pulling stuffing, steaming asparagus, thickening the gravy and carving the Turkey and Pork some one rolled the stone away to reveal a Flair covered head to foot with every kind of culinary overspray. While guests were filling their plates all the pans were washed, the stove wiped down and the burners stowed. Like any veteran Flair owner, I killed the oven lights so no one would see inside. After the guests went home, I pulled the glides and racks and sent them through the dish washer while the oven got polished with SOS and Windex. By morning it looked no worse for wear. I am gratified to see a Sunbeam mashing the potatoes.
Dick, my Flair was trashed by the time dinner was on the table. I did a Leg of Pork in the small oven, measuring it to be sure before I bought it. There was a 22 pound Turkey in the big oven. I have no idea what went on while I was at church, but the turkey, nested well within the confines of it's roaster, shot a puddle of fat in one corner of the oven. When he turkey was ready, it came out to bake the Vasileopita (Toggles, please correct the spelling) while I mashed the tropic blend potatoes, onions, garlic, apples, sweet potatoes and white potatoes. The onions wrap around the beaters turning them into clubs which spatter orange glop everywhere. In the last hurrah of pulling stuffing, steaming asparagus, thickening the gravy and carving the Turkey and Pork some one rolled the stone away to reveal a Flair covered head to foot with every kind of culinary overspray. While guests were filling their plates all the pans were washed, the stove wiped down and the burners stowed. Like any veteran Flair owner, I killed the oven lights so no one would see inside. After the guests went home, I pulled the glides and racks and sent them through the dish washer while the oven got polished with SOS and Windex. By morning it looked no worse for wear. I am gratified to see a Sunbeam mashing the potatoes.