Quirl, like squirrel without the “s”
Well, I almost forgot what my weapon was intended for when I made it years ago. My quirl typically only gets used once a year when we make our traditional German Klöße dish. We call them potato balls because that's exactly what Klöße are and they are traditionally served every Sunday for lunch with a roast, lots and lots of gravy and red cabbage. My grandma 93 years old still makes them regularly alone for the whole family, while Jason and I with combined forces only manage once a year for Christmas. We had to celebrate early on Tuesday as Jason won't be home for the holidays. So I started the big chaotic process of making potato balls and it only occurred to me once I got to the last crucial part that I needed my quirl for this. My quirl has become a constant companion I carry around a lot and swing regularly, It's my weapon now and its original purpose had almost completely left my brain. So I had this moment where everything in the kitchen came to a halt because I ...