(I meant to post this weeks ago, but alas, life got in the way, more on that later!)
When I was little, and went shopping with my mother, she used to always look at the kitchen stores with the windows full of bright, enameled-coated Le Crueset pots. I remember her pausing and sighing wistfully, telling me how much she loved them, and how well they must cook things, and how someday she wanted one in her blue and white kitchen. For the record, my mother’s blue and white kitchen doesn’t actually exist. She has always wanted one- with a Dutch influence I think she picked up living in Europe- and she’s gotten as far as to have many things in her kitchen BE blue and white, as well as having inherited a set of blue and white decorative plates (called Royal Copenhagen Christmas Plates) from my Great Grandfather Marshall which are hung over the top of the cabinets. My favorite is the mermaid:
but having a very eclectic lifestyle has led to having more than just blue and white- somewhat defeating the purpose. On top of that, one day several years ago, now, in an effort to get her to remodel her kitchen, I devised a plan to sabotage her cabinets in order to force her hand. While she and my father were away for the weekend, I painted every one of her cabinets a different color- all in muted Santa-Fe colors- all in a very rusted antiqued look- all very messily done. I have to admit the finished product was pretty cool. Too cool. She still hasn’t remodled the kitchen.
Anyway- her dream for a blue kitchen, and her fawning of the blue enamel-coated Le Creuset pots made them eternally nostalgic. While my mother finally received her pot, and eventually an additional two, I found that I had caught the bug, and was wanting one as well. I knew, however, that it wasn’t really a logical thing to own until one was making dinner often, and could get full use out of it, so I resigned myself to wait until marriage.
or…. today. ^_^ I was walking around Goodwill today looking for a container for things under my sink- and also some grey material for a shark costume for my niece, when I came across a 6 quart cobalt blue stockpot! Whoa! At first I thought it must be a fake- it didn’t weigh nearly enough to be a Le Creuset- and how could one just be sitting here in a Goodwill on the East coast where everything is ridiculously overpriced and totally raked over by everyone… too good to be true. Well, I get home and look it up, and it’s real! It’s not cast-iron, which is why it’s not heavy, but if they made a pot that size in cast-iron, I don’t think anyone could reasonably lift it! So I’m very happy with my $3.50 steel, enamel-coated, cobalt blue Le Creuset stockpot. Hee!
In other news- my sister sent me a beautiful, old, blue tin full of home-made hot-chocolate! I will post that recipe next along with the story behind it.