Dear The Lovely Rhonda,
Please. The paella pan? The large round deep non-stick pan with the stubby metal handles? The one we use a lot?
It’s non-stick. It does not need to soak. Nothing sticks to it. Hence the term, “non-stick.”
And when you place it across the sink, balancing on its two stubby handles, it is as a pendulum. And when you fill it with water and allow the detritus within to congeal into an unappetizing sludge overnight, you are essentially setting a trap for the unsuspecting Helpful Spousal Unit. For when the HSU attempts to tip the horrible pan so that the sludge pours off into the sink, the merest touch sends it into a mad flip, dumping its contents rapidly into the sink and cascading over onto the floor, the aptly-named backsplash, and the HSU.
After the initial shock and the ensuing lengthy swear-fest, the HSU will bend down next to the sink and re-wipe the floor with a soapier sponge than the first try, thereby dragging her hair through some standing sludge-water remaining on the lip of the sink.
So I say it again: IT ENDS HERE.
Kindly leave the pan down in the sink.
Yes, I know it sits at an angle and can’t soak that way.
And again I say, it does not need to soak.
In fact — and forgive me if I’m getting ahead of myself here — I daresay you could actually scrub the pan, rinse it, and leave it to dry on the stove, and the experience would leave you none the poorer.
In fact, your HSU might
stop plotting ways to get back at you and start leaving you little love notes in your lunchbox.