epicurious.com
Until a few years ago, I’d never purchased a sheet pan. Instead, I made due with castoffs from my mom’s kitchen and pans left behind by old roommates, whatever was around. I also had this weird pride in a sheet pan that was, shall we say, world-weary. My sheet pans had made countless roasted vegetable dinners and seen more than a few late nights reheating frozen french fries. I claimed to like it that way. I’d justify a sheet pan that was caked in a permanent layer of blackened grease by saying…
about 1 year ago