It is no secret that I seem to have an obsession with really good cooking equipment. My father even threatens to get me one of those Pod storage things to put out in front of my house just so I can store all my kitchen stuff in it, as I am currently running out of room to store things. Open up pretty much any closet in my house, with the exception of the bedroom closet (which houses our puppy's crates) and you'll find cooking stuff.
We've converted our coat closet into a makeshift pantry, in my office closet can be found anything from a food mill to an angel food cake pan, the guest bedroom has a bag filled with the rest of my 4th set of dishes, the linen closet has linens, yes, but also a pizza stone and peel and my green apple colored Kitchen Aide stand mixer.
However, probably the most difficult to house and one of the main focal points of my obession is my love affair with Le Creuset enameled cast iron. I am currently up to 7. It doesn't help that I have a outlet store for Le Creuset roughly 10 miles from where I live. Dangerous.
What is it with this obsession with enameled cast iron you ask? Why not shoes? Or cashmere? Oh I have those too. But today it's all about the cookware. When you lift a beautifully hand crafted piece of Le Creuset onto your stove there is a sense of expectation of what is to come. You know that what goes into that pot will infuse together, surrounded by the radiating heat of the cast iron and come out amazing. There is purpose to cooking in something like that. Just like in anything, when something is made with excellence you work harder to make sure you live up to those expectatons. It's mental. You up your game. Just like you would if you purchased the best golf clubs money could buy. You make sure you have better ingredients and sharper knives to properly prepare them. These pots become part of your kitchen. They're a great partner. They'll do their job perfectly if you do. They inspire the quest for the brilliant meal.
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