With our Oktoberfest just a couple of days away, this morning found me mixing up a triple batch of beer rolls. I needed an extra large bowl for the dough’s first rise, so I went looking for my large pasta pot. And looking. And looking. How could I lose a giant pasta pot?
In desperation, I finally called out, “Does anyone know where my pasta pot is?”
“Um, it’s up here,” Kateri answered matter-of-factly from upstairs … where she was cleaning out her pet turtle tank. “I’ll get it back to you just as soon as I take my catfish out of it.”
No problem. I’m sure Racheal Ray deals with this kind of thing all the time.
(Don’t worry, guests. I used a different pot.)