Frying pan

So...

You know the number to call to put somebody on the fricassee, you know what I'm saying? Skillet, you know what I mean? Cast iron pan.

Also, I will be remiss if I did not mention that today is the 25th anniversary of 9-11.

So be safe out there, you know what I'm saying? You know what I mean? Look at your fellow New Yorker sitting across the train going to work and be like, yo, you know what I'm saying? If they was here.

Now the second word, сковорода.

Listen.

Сковорода.

Сковорода.

Sounds like сков- like skin? No, just сков-o-рода.

Very close.

Сковорода.

This is a frying pan, flat, for eggs or meat.

Yeah.

You, you went into the frying pan.

Uh, and you stepped out of the frying pan and into the fire-

Into the fire

... as they say.

Actually, I think it's two chapter...

I think there was...

I think one chapter's called Out of the Frying Pan, and then the second one's Into the Fire, I believe.

Unhappy that I am, he cried, I am saved from the power of the dogs, only to fall into the clutches of a lion.

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

ASOP'S FABLES THE IMPOSTER A certain man fell ill, and, being in a very bad way, he made a vow that he would sacrifice a hundred oxen to the gods if they would grant him a return to health.

wishing to see how he would keep his vow, they caused him to recover in a short time.

And she says, maybe you'll be the hero.

Cue Skillet.

The studio

needs.

Beef fries.

And finally at Aldi's, the breakfast, best sausage breakfast skillet.

Skillet, rather.

Skillet.

I was skillet.

That's a...

One of those kind of guys.

Put your pinky out.

That's wild.

Yeah, I think the title of this series or this episode should be Frying Pan to the Fire for sure.

What a strange competition to have between two cities.

But these two cities, interestingly, kind of antipodes of each other, are dealing with the same problem in their own hemispheres and trying to come up with ways to manage it because it is inevitable.

He was a hard-working young man, as active as a cat, and was a laborer at a farm on the island.

In the summer evenings when his work was done, he would hasten down to the shore and remove his light boat and go out to fish, and there was not a corner of the Sound that he did not know, from the hen and chickens to the hog's back, and from the hog's back to the pot, and from the pot to the frying pan.

On this particular evening, Sam had tried in turn all these fishing grounds, and was so eager to fill his basket that he never noticed that the tide was ebbing fast, and that he might be cast by the currents onto some of the sharp rocks.

When he looked up and saw where he was, he lost no time in steering his skiff to the point of Blackwell's Island.

"We've done for him now, I think," remarked the leader as his companions came panting up.

"He'll tell no tales, but we must go back and collect our booty, so that it shan't tell tales either." And when their footsteps died away, Sam clambered down from the rock and made his way to the skiff, which he pushed off into the current, for he did not dare to use the oars till he had gone some distance.

In his fright he forgot all about the whirlpools of Pot and Frying Pan, or the dangers of the group of the rocks in the middle of Hell Gate, known as the Hen and Chickens.

Somehow or other he got safely home, and hid himself snugly for the rest of the day in the farmhouse where he worked.