No, silly, not that kind of pot. I bought a
stainless steel pot. “Why?” You ask. Well I’ve been thinking about cooking. I
got this brand new stove and I bought some pans but I’ve been thinking about
making some stews or big meals I can refrigerate and eat over and over and over
again.
Watching all those cooking shows they all seem
to have this big pot to put all the ingredients in and slow cook them down
before adding all the liquids. I think these are called Dutch ovens. I asked
some friends about preferences of cookware and they all recommended Dutch
ovens. Of course I did my usual search of the Internet and the local stores
where I would probably shop for one.
I’ve got some BIG stew pots from my father’s
club that would do the job, but I kept thinking about this Dutch oven. An
8-quart cast iron pot with a ceramic baked on cover. I understand the cast iron
thing. My family had a cast iron frying pan. It was always on the stove. We
cooked everything in it. Eggs, then hamburgers, then ham, and then who knows
what with just a brief visit to the sink for a wipe out. There was probably a
cake of food on that pan that was cooked before I was born. They still make
these frying pans but I decided not to buy one, for now.
So I looked at the Dutch ovens and thought
about making the trip to Target to pick one up, but as usual couldn’t decide
what brand. Then I noticed there was a 5-quart model. So now I have to decide
whether I want a BIG pot or a little pot.
It is kind’ a like watching the Tour de France
and thought I ride a bicycle everyday, I’m not even getting close to these
twenty something’s. They go faster than a lot of cars in my neighborhood. So
when I climb on my pony and pedal to the store, I crank up the gears but it
only puts more pressure on the chain rather than my heart.
Pretty darn exciting stuff, but this is what
happens in the ordinary times. As it has it, I was walking through the grocery
store, picking up the usual stuff to keep the critters full when I turned the
corner and wandered down the aisle that holds the magazines. I stared at all
the colorful covers and found no interest, but behind me was the cooking
“stuff”. There is a 5-quart pot. It is stainless steel with a glass top and a
price that is cheap. My mind races to constant to-do list and scans the “Dutch
Oven” file. Should I wait and go to Target and look at Paula Deen’s discount “because
we are dropping her” line or Rachael Ray’s pans or order on-line or keep
wondering whether or not to buy one of these thing, so I pick up the pot and put
it in the cart.
Once home now the stove is full of pots and
pans. The best part is I can take the “Dutch oven” off my to-do list. Will this
post fill my requirements? I don’t know but I can always go back and get
another one. If it does then it was a cheap solution to solve my worries.
Shoot, I haven’t even fired up the grill to
burn some hot dogs and hamburgers and peppers and corn yet. These pots and pans
will probably stay pretty pristine until winter. I’m hoping for a nice week of
snow so I can hunker down and actually cook. I’ve got a great recipe for chili
but I haven’t made it in years. Then again, living by myself in a snow bank
with a pile of chili might not be a great idea?
I’ve got a slow cooker that would probably do
the same as a Dutch oven but cooking seems to be about utensils and procedures.
A slow cooker, from what I understand, is throwing a bunch of stuff in a pot
and covering it up and letting it simmer for hours. So is the Dutch oven for
the same purpose but on the stovetop? Again the cooking industry has more
methods and varieties and variations to burning and heating dead animals than
anyone could ever imagine. Also, the aisles are filled with items that proclaim
themselves as food that can be quickly prepared in the microwave.
It is time to go inside and heat up the stove
and prepare the Sunday lunch including flank steak, mashed potatoes and green
peas. It is still too hot to cook for long hours and no one else is around to
share in the conversation of “why don’t we add this spice” or “that taste
terrible”. The menu is basic as is my lifestyle but now I have a pot.
PS. You want to eat really, really good stuff?
Become a crewmember of a cooking show. Now that’s a good eats.