For whatever reason, I set out on an afternoon mission to find and purchase a reasonably priced cast iron skillet. I stopped first at T.J. Maxx, and found what we call Jack Shit for skillets. But it would only take two tries, as the next place, Kohl’s, I located a perfect model: the only taint on the otherwise great find was that it’s a Bobby Flay design. Not that the design is bad, though. The design is great. It’s that there’s a “BF” in the handle, the initials of that culinary hack, Bobby Flay.

I’ve since decided to re-christen my cast iron skillet, though, and I now refer to it as the Big Fucker. I don’t even have to take the original initials out with the bench grinder. I used the Big Fucker this evening to first skillet a sirloin, and once that was done, and while letting the sirloin rest, I sauteed some onion, green pepper, fresh ginger, garlic, pineapple chunks, and peanuts in the steak juice and vegetable oil.

I just wiped the Big Fucker out with a paper towel when through, and there it sits ready for the next use. The other development in the kitchen: a large chopping-block area. I built the bench this past Friday. It’s working out great. I want to have a Portuguese theme some weekend evening. And in relation to this, I can’t stop thinking about Goa.