What we have is the Double Mitt and Pan Holder/Trivet combo set ($25.99 at Branches of Costco). First off, it's the biggest blister pack we've seen in a while, and coming from Costco where even the phone cards float encased in an acre of plastic like an outsize Damien Hirst piece, that's saying something. So you appear to get a lot. But if you live in an apartment and there's a garbage chute, then there's a lot to get rid off and this possibly ain't going to go down it. But that's your problem you swank garbage-chuted bugger. Through occasional breeze and sun, sun, California sun we have to walk our recyclables out to the far end of the yard.
Anyway, a disclaimer recommends that you keep the package for future reference. So, pocket protecting friends, see that you do.
Anyway to the Mitts. I shared my excitement at getting them with others in the office and frankly, there were reservations. "They take up a lot of kitchen counter space." - Well get a new kitchen, here comes the future! And, "They look like 1950s Monster Movie claws..." Like that's a bad thing? Ours are blue, but you can get white or the seriously glamorous black too. For the ambidextrous chef, they'll fit either hand. They're soft and won't harm delicate food! *
Here's what you can do with them that you can't do with other oven gloves we've tried. You can (essential that you don't blame us when you scald yourself at home) boil a big pan of water, damn, you could boil it to 600 degrees Fahrenheit and thrust your sweaty Mitts into it. That is a damned weird experience. Standing there watching the evaporating water steam clean the stove and you can't feel a thing.
Here's where the Orka Royale's resolved the problems we were having with our older oven glove technology, (the t-shirt hem). Damn, we'd started cooking our food more briskly at higher temperatures, I don't even know if that is advisable, but anyway getting baked anything out of the stove and finding yourself stuck midway between the oven and the counter top with your fingertips beginning to sear... Well you may be familiar with the feeling and it was happening way to often - hence the Orka's. These days, I swear, we smile at the threat of heat and dawdle, saunter even across the kitchen floor with the hottest casserole dish in hand, or should I say in-Mitt. I won't even get into how happy our landlord is to see those trivets. He won't have to spring for the reduced granite countertops.
*Manufacturers claim - we were able to harm delicate food.
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