Oh, the pot roast i could make in this MASSIVE cast iron goodness. Just think how much puttanesca sauce would fit in here (well, 9-quarts, that was kind of a rhetorical just think).
Truth be told, I could use a larger stock pot. I almost blew up the kitchen last night making black-eyed peas and collard greens.
(Really, you try stuffing five large bunches of stemmed, chopped, rinsed greens into a Cuisinart pasta pot that already has three diced onions, 4 minced cloves of garlic, two smoked ham hocks, 1T of thyme, and salt and pepper in it; then pour three boxes of low-sodium chicken brother over it, bring to a boil, reduce and simmer for 2 hours; then remove the meat from the pot, pull it from the bones, chop it and return the meat to the pot. Honestly, it's not easy.)
And then...oh, then little foodie-friends of mine, there's the kitchen buster. That is of course what any cooking set must be called if it causes, nay, requires a NEW kitchen (or the designation of all non-essential living space in the apartment for storage) just to hold it all.
This really is excessive. I'm putting this here because i was surprised to learn a 20+ piece All-Clad set existed.
I am a firm believer in having the right tool for the job. That sometimes means the right material for your pot/pan. I make cornbread in cast iron. That's the right tool for the job. I make marinara sauce in a saucepan. A saucier will do in a pinch, but not a skillet. And really, i prefer stainless for that, next to cast iron, because i get the best heat transfer possible with the stainless. (I have electric, I need the heat transfer to work as well as possible in my house fools.)
So the stock pot here would work too, but since you're likely cooking things in a stock pot for a LONG time, i'd rather have the cast iron.
Of course, if someone wants to buy me this monstrous set, I won't scoff...
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Not to brag or anything, but we have the Le Cruset piece, but in blue.
i will come to your house and cook in it while you drink sherry and kathryn lounges with a tray of bon-bons.
really, i will.
ask wayne casey tomorrow if i make house calls. he's gettin' double orders of black-eyed peas and collard greens, a tray of mac n cheese, and two cornbreads dropped on him tonight.
The Le Creuset outlets have some amazing deals (I'm the offspring of accountant -- bargain is in my blood). Le Creuset also makes the Mario Batali cookware line. Were my kitchen not created for someone who sustains their existence on Hot Pockets and Pop Tarts, I would've caved long ago.
Please do, sir. Please do.
As for you, ma'am, all I can say is that when I have dreams about being buried alive, your kitchen represents my coffin.
Kidding. Not really.
You've seen my kitchen. I know you're not kidding. It's quite fitting, though as I've already secured the Carpenter Ants to play the after party. I wasn't going to tell you, but, well, you called my hand.
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