Did I mention the panini press earlier? I'm not sure how it slipped through the cracks of my rambling commentary. Several months ago I had a gift certificate for Crate&Barrel, something I'd been hoarding since the holidays. Once I lured George and his wallet into the store, I ditched him for the kitchen tools. I've been weighing the pros and cons of another electrical kitchen appliance. It's been either a panini grill or a waffle iron in head-to-head combat inside my head. But when I saw this gorgeous, red Mario Batali panini press, I thought, "It's multipurpose AND saves me counter space." Add in a sale price alongside my gift card, and I only had to ask George two times if she could come home with me.
Which leads me to the downside: I cannot use this thing. I've followed all of the directions, I swear. I preheat every time for the appropriate amount of time. It's starting to get a nice luster of oily residue from my attempts at friendship. Yet. Yesterday when I started grilled cheese — crisp apples and aged white cheddar on a lovely beer bread I'd reserved for exactly this sandwich — I burned the shit out of everything. Repeatedly. Oh I should say I burned only one side of three different sandwiches, still had to flip them to make a mark on side B.
Evidence of my amateur operation.What am I doing wrong? Help. Someone. Please.
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