Pot Luck

Say good-bye. These pots served me well. Very well. But now it is time to bid them adieu.

You ask - Why? They look perfectly serviceable to me!

I didn't want to show you this. I wanted you to remember them in their prime - or at least in the long shot above. Well, looks like you've forced me to bring out the close-ups.

A handle that has gone well beyond well-worn.

Royal blue enamel that has been burned away at the pot's ever-important edge - now searing a hole in the interior as well.

So you can see, I had no choice. It was their time. They lived full lives. They spent happy hours helping me prepare thyme-laced chicken soup, stewed meatballs in hearty tomato sauce, custard bases for homemade ice creams, risottos drizzled with truffle oil, and so much more.

And, I'm sure I would've shed a tear or two when I unceremoniously tossed them into the garbage, if it wasn't for the glistening new replacements I just purchased.

Dang. Ain't they purty?

Guess I'm gonna need to throw a dinner party soon in order to put these babies to the VittlesVamp test!