"Who is this hussy???"-Yelled Oman in a high pitch voice that almost betrayed his forlorned lustful feeling that confused, yet excited him in ways he had only experienced once in a Haunted House Maze where he made out with Leatherface Extra #4 behind the Tilt-A-Wheel...Next to the Port of Potties...Across from the Fried Samosas Place with the attendant who looked like the Fat Face Midwesterener version of J. D. Vance.

You know the one.

Anyhoooo, Noodles got himself some new pots and pans and Sweet Jesus on a Pogo Stick!!!

It works just like the commercials, white ceramic, no BPA, nice and so fucking smooooooooth.

I know I sound like a 54 year old housewife from the 1940's...After this I'll give my favorite casserole recipe and my thoughts of pastel walls in the kitchen...One word.

Sassy.

"Like your mom's ass."

(Whispered Noodles so silently that no one ever even heard it)

No seriously, ceramic is the way to go... I've been cooking like a madman for my big meal and this thing blew me away.

So the moral of the story is DON'T fall in love with a stripper...Fall in love with ceramic cookware like your 80 year old grandma that still calls blacks "Negro folk" non-chalantly in conversation.