I asked my mom for a griddle for Christmas.
We had a nice cast iron one we used to use in CA with our gas stove (I seriously miss that cooktop — there is no gas plumbed into our subdivision so I am stuck with electric forever here). Then, I bought another one that could be used on the ceramic cooktop but with the uneven burners it was just a mess.
So I asked my mom for one for Christmas.
And she didn’t disappoint.
You know how you feel like you’re stuck making french toast forever while your family enjoys it over at the table. By the time you’re done they’ve all gone and are screaming through the house and you have to gobble yours up quick?
You can get 12 pancakes/ french toast or an entire thing of bacon on this thing. Pure heaven. I thought it’d be hard to clean what with its giant size but it hasn’t been bad at all (as long as you have a faucet that comes out like the rest of the civilized America). Anyway, I love it. It makes cooking breakfast so much easier.
And that is a happy thing.