5/29/2006 09:49:00 AM|||Jodie Chase|||

I love my Silpats, those rubbery mats you thrown down on a cookie or baking tray to keep things from sticking to the pan. I have one large, two small, and I adore every miraculous inch of each. I don't use them often, but when I do, they deliver. Whether I'm making chocolates, lacy oatmeal cookies or sticky macaroons, the Silpat is what I need and want.

Sadly, due to what can best be described as a series of unfortunate events, my Silpats were sliced up. Ooops. Not a happy day. So a few weeks later, I am gifted a blue colored Silpat-wanna-be from Spain. Not wanting to be a Silpat snob, I thank the gifter and put the fake, I mean alternative, no-brand rubber pad to work on a batch of cookies. The cookies s-t-i-c-k. I am not happy. I throw the blue thing into the cabinet until several months later, when I need a Silpat once again.

Desperate, I put the thing to work again. It does not, can not, will not ever perform. This blue chunk of nothingness is garbage. It's a menace. At this point, the only reason I still have the thing is to remember not to ever be duped again. OK. I'm done. Sometimes you just need to say it. I hope this little soapbox stint helps someone out there. As for me, just call me Silpat Savvy.
-- Jolene Thym

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