Love my niece; Loved the basting brush she gave me long ago!
My niece Heather gave me this funny wire basting brush when I was 19 (she was 11) and moving into my first apartment. I didn’t think much of it at the time; I wasn’t that good a cook yet and so it wasn’t obvious to me the benefits of the brush. It is not an expensive brush, but oh, what a great brush it was. It was never beautiful, so never was allowed on my architecturally informed counter. It was my little secret, and I ALWAYS rummaged about to find it for every marinade and very barbecue.
The beige (hate beige) plastic (not fond of plastic) bell that covers the brush can be pushed back for cleaning, and so this ingenious brush can be completely cleaned of all the residue from the barbecue. (Otherwise these brushes get pretty disgusting.) the bristles were exactly as stiff as they needed to be…
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