I didn’t know that the little “drawer” under the oven was a broiling cupboard. I thought it was extra storage space for dosa pans.
Only figured this out this Christmas when my brother (in-law) exploded with, “do you know your sister thought that was a storage space for dosa pans?” after I made him a dosa.
My brother swears you can broil in that little shelf/drawer space and that’s the primary purpose. I thought it was for storing cast iron pans.
My father claims that he’s not making it up-that at some point my mom stupidly put a plastic handled pan in there and stuck the oven on broil for a long time and melted the plastic which is why my sister and I have always been lectured to put cast-iron only in there.
I have yet to experiment with opening it with the broil function on but will report back dutifully unless you want to go at it first.
Not always. I’ve got a gas stove. But the broiler is an electric coil, located at the top of the oven. To broil–turn the oven temp knob all the way to the right until it clicks. This turns off the gas & turns on the broiler. Food to be broiled goes on the top rack of the oven.
So my little drawer is really for storing pots & pans. But not Tupperware. (Not any more, that is.)
That is sound advice, providing one actually owns TFM. I suspect that my landlord threw it out long before I moved into my current abode. I actually had to call him to find out how to light the stove.
I recently found out that while most people can hear music in their inner ear (i.e. their imagination), some people suffer from an affliction in which they actually, audibly hear imagined music. It can be quite loud, and it’s usually two or three highly annoying songs that play over and over.
When I was about 30, I needed to call my friend Jack but had forgotten his number. I looked in the phone book, but couldn’t find a “Jack X.” I called out to my then-GF: “There’s no Jack X, but here’s a John X.” (X was a fairly unusual last name, and this was a pretty small town.)
“That’s him,” she said.
“How do you know his name’s really John?”
“Because ‘Jack’ is a nickname for ‘John.’ Duh.”
I’d had no idea. I thought about all the Jacks I knew and how they were really named John. John Frost. John and the Beanstalk. John Kennedy.
Holy shit. I had always thought there was another Kennedy. Now and then I would wonder, “How come you never hear anything about Jack Kennedy anymore?”
:smack:
I also just learned a few weeks ago that ponies are not baby horses.