It's been a little while, but madness is never far from the surface. Esp if it's your inbox, and you derive a sick fascination from seeing what the folks at Williams-Sonoma think you need to feed yourself and your family.* This time, it's a deep fryer. This is a pretty simple thing. You put a pot on the stove, fill it with oil, heat it up, and damn near anything you cook in it tastes good. Or, if you fry on the reg, a dedicated deep fryer makes dealing with the grease a bit easier. But now, the folks at Krup have addressed the biggest drawback to this approach -- that maddening thing where things that you fry create an odor that is discernable, and may even draw attention to your little project of frying something:
If only Louis Jordan had had one of these, he would not have had to follow his nose that fateful Saturday Night Fish Fry, and could have, instead, fried himself a single filet of tilapia, his neighbors none the wiser, avoided the scuffling and shuffling, and been in bed by ten, staring at the ceiling and praying for either death or sleep to reprieve him from this isolation.
Or, not. It's kind of a drag to wake up in a house where there was food fried the night before, but it's a price worth paying. Somehow, this product suggests to me that we are days away from W-S suggesting that those silicone hot mats make great dental dams.
Although I fully back the mockery of W-S, I can imagine this product being useful for its anti-splatter factor.
Here in the city, where very few stoves have vent hoods, a fine mist of grease tends to propagate over every surface of the homes of frequent fryers like myself.
$399 though? I'll stick with my blackened Lodge and Shumanit.
Posted by: Sorbet Trio | Monday, 31 August 2009 at 05:49 PM
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