I sometimes find myself watching late night infomercials with a kind of bemused fascination. Who are these people who can’t drain pasta without getting it all over the kitchen? Why do they have so much difficulty shelling an egg? How many people do you know who routinely feel the need to cut up old shoes with a kitchen knife? And would they really go from cutting a tin can to slicing a tomato without pausing? And frankly, the thing that makes omelets for you looks far more complicated than even the most temperamental frying pan.
Monday Night Dinner 