The nature of addiction
A few weeks ago I found myself in the Le Creuset outlet shop (a) comfort shopping because I'd just gotten my non-painless flu shot (not bad, just not painless;) and (b) fr reelz shopping because yes, I managed to wreck a pot (you don't want to use anything too abrasive on them.) I actually hugged a five quart French oven (Dutch to the non-Le Creuset world,) and indicated I wanted a knick knack.
This morning I unpacked it to find a place for my blue collection amongst the orange and discovered not a five quart pot but a three and three quarters quart saucepan billed as a "deep, covered skillet." (If it looks like a saucepan, is covered like a saucepan and is lined like a saucepan, it ain't no skillet, Le Creuset.)
I stared for a long time with one fleeting thought as to whether the statute of limitations on exchanging it had closed (with the money I spend in that store the answer would be "no,") and then realized that not only did a four quart pot close a gap in my line up, but that it would be perfect for arroz con pollo.
And thus did I become the proud owner of an unintended pot.
This morning I unpacked it to find a place for my blue collection amongst the orange and discovered not a five quart pot but a three and three quarters quart saucepan billed as a "deep, covered skillet." (If it looks like a saucepan, is covered like a saucepan and is lined like a saucepan, it ain't no skillet, Le Creuset.)
I stared for a long time with one fleeting thought as to whether the statute of limitations on exchanging it had closed (with the money I spend in that store the answer would be "no,") and then realized that not only did a four quart pot close a gap in my line up, but that it would be perfect for arroz con pollo.
And thus did I become the proud owner of an unintended pot.