Since my day shall be as boring as watching paint dry, I thought I'd toss in an appropriately dull post.
You know you need new oven mitts when yours look like this:
Stuffing coming out of the thumb.
Stuffing coming out of the forefinger.
Generally decrepit and gross. Oven Mitt Fail.
While my Dansk mitts served me well for about 8 years, they have been deep-sixed in favor of the spankin' new 17" mitts that have taken their place hanging inside the cabinet by the stove.
And yes, I need the long mitts.
I like the flesh of my forearms to stay on my forearms.
Intact and with the promise of future freckling.
That is all.