So my friend Jenell headed out for a canoe camping trip this weekend and I knew she was running a little late. Being the gentleman that I am I asked if I could help in some way, so she said it would be a BIG help if I could pick up the paella skillet that she left at work.
I’m not sure what you all think when you hear the word “skillet” or “pan” but I was thinking that it would be something I could swing by and pick up without needing a weightlifting spotter. Here it is (placed on the hood of my car for scale):
Evidently one makes paella in a pan approximately the size of an Acura six-cylinder engine.