A Black & Decker drill with a bent coathanger wire works fine.
I hate it when all the flaky, thin, white paint comes off the coat hanger!
I mean, it looks good in certain dishes, but people hate the texture!
LOL, talking about grit in my food reminded me of the time my mom and dad were having a major, major fight.
It was pretty grim. There were ill feelings in the air, not really a pleasant environment. My dad was an alcoholic who had not yet recovered in those days, he was French, Irish and Scottish ancestry, a very quiet drunk.
My mom was Italian and Armenian. VERY loud, vocal, emotional and hot tempered, putting up with my dad’s alcoholism. Two polar opposites. So the arguments were pretty much one way, with my dad just sipping his drink and my mom tearing into him.
Anyway, my mom is making the dinner in the wake of this fight, angrily banging the crap out of the pots and pans, making spinach and rice, a family favorite. Very tasty, rice and spinach sauteed together in garlic and olive oil.
She is still steaming, and me and all my brothers, sisters and my dad (eight of us total, but I recall there were only four or five of us there that night) are sitting around the table when she comes over with the tureen of spinach and rice and slams it down on the table. We all help ourselves and as I take my very first bite...
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
This is completely disgusting. The food has sand in it. I look up, and all my brothers and sisters have momentarly paused after crunching on the sand. We all look at each other, not moving, and my father is still slowly chewing with an audible crunching sound.
My mom had been so upset she forgot to wash the spinach, and boy, was it dirty!
She looked at all of us and said “What? EAT! YOU HEARD ME! EAT!”
So we all took another mouthful...Crunch...Crunch...Crunch....you could actually HEAR it.
She sat down, took a mouthful, and...Crunch...
She looked up at everyone who was just meekly looking back at her, and said “OH FOR GOD’S SAKE!” And jumped up, grabbed the tureen and threw the whole thing, tureen and all in the trash.
Then she just statrted to giggle, and it turned into a roaring laugh, after which we were all laughing, even my dad...:)
The infamous Spinach and Rice Dinner...