Zartemis! Zarty, old sport! Devil take you! I jest! Those foodstuffs look quite delectable indeed! Anyway, it's Ocativius, from good oul (wink wink nudge nudge, you know). Seems this correspondence finds you perfectly swell without the gouts and even buying "the cook" (I don't like referring to them by name either!) fancy electrical-rotational cooking machines. Get more with molasses than offal I say! Sadly I have some bad news in similar regards to the help. My driver, that bloody scoundrel, has be-fouled my steam automobile. Twas nary a fortnight past when I delighted him with drive from London to the countryside. In no time, the lout, who had an air of mentholated spirits and the lowliest of tobacco fumes about his person, over-heated the auto by failing to unleave the de-pressurizer--I suspect he loaded the firebox with bituminous instead of anthracite coal as per instructed. I digressed; there. As we dismounted to assess the systemic failure of consumable componentry, I lost my tolerances for the idiocy of the lesser-of-class after he exclaimed, "I'm the driver, eh? I drive!" Daresay, I booted him with muck boot in the unmentionables in a grossly ungentlemanly fashion in front of some townsfolk and kin; my, I hope they had no graphing-of-photo devices about their persons! A moment after the imbroglio I slung my arm about him, the guttersnipe, near the egress of a Public Room. To make it all up to him post-hastily I bought him forthwith a dram of absinthe (and one for as well!). After we took in some jocularity, I found myself in a most regrettable regard; namely, but there by the grace of God go I! I!. As we passed a well-known monger I purchased said driver a fancy moustache of the fashion worn by his type. Ask about, I bared not and expense on this imported hirsute lip adornment. All was well, but I, again, daresay, some of these chaps need a good public boxing about the head and neck now, again. That's my point, Zarty, make sure this cook, however "main" he be, tend to your cooker most tenderly. I hope you'll forgive me my long-windedness as I now must admit, I am far ventured into my cups. Rascally Yours, Octavious (Ricky Ticky Tavy) Ps: I command you to give me the recipe for that be-jellied spun swine intestine!

I don't have the splatter thing I guess. I just have 2 huge dark baking pans with sides. They are coated with the PC. They slide under the rack on the special glides so you can move them to whatever rack you want or use them on top of the rack as a baking sheet....that is what I usually do. I use them when I make huge batches of granola etc. Try the de greaser and the green scrubbie. Also ...and the Miele people would probably have a fit but this is what I did when I had stuff in the oven that wouldn't come off. I used a plastic picnic knife. You know disposable and I scraped back and forth with it after the degreaser had soaked on it. Also make a compress with VERY hot water and a thick rag. Leave it and the degreaser alone for a while and then use the plastic fork ,it all comes off. Believe me it works and the PC is not damaged. GOOD LUCK !! c

Sushipup-- I am no better or worse at present and continue to search for the cause of my discomfort--severe burning pain in any muscle used even for light work. I am now in the allergy testing phase and the doctor suspects metformin, a diabetes medication. I follower the gluten free diet faithfully because I wanted to either confirm or deny the diagnosis. When I found the GF chicken in BJ's I was thrilled because the diet is so restrictive and also because I am the pickiest eater in the world and hate most of the allowed foods on the diet. I immediately emailed my local celiac disease club of my find and I hope it helped the members to find an easy source of a quick and tasty meat. Nancy

I have a Ronco Showtime. It made great chicken (even once did a small tiurkey) and I loved it. Until my daughter accidentally threw away the metal rods part of the interior mechanism. I no longer use it. Maybe I can buy replacement parts from Ronco? In the meatime, I roast chickens the old-fashion way in my oven or buy Rotisserie birds cooked at my local store.