Kitchen Porn
I've found a soul mate!! Mark Morford appears to have the same jones for cookware that I do. Even for some of the same cookware--although I'm rather a purist, and resist the lure of non-stick. I have two pieces of All-Clad stainless (a small skillet and a larger skillet--Spouse says they're the best fucking pans ever) and one of the ways Spouse binds me to him with silken ropes is that he knows my lust for All-Clad, and has promised me from time to time that there will be more. Someday. When the kids aren't in braces or facing college.
Not, of course, that I do a lot of high-end cooking. My family (raise your hand if you've heard this rant before) tends to eschew high-end eating, and I have a curious reluctance to make food that no one but me will eat. But there is pleasure to be had in the ownership of a really good piece of kitchen equipment. My mother loathed cooking but had a full set of LeCreuset pots and pans and wonderful, artsy serving dishes and stuff. My father did like to cook, and this is one of the things he and I have in common; we used to bond over catalogs from restaurant supply stores, and in the early years of my marriage Dad would take pleasure in sending me cool kitchen neep: my marble rolling pin came from him, and the stoneware canisters in which my flour and sugar and brown sugar live, and the pasta machine. Could I live with a set of stainless steel pans from Costco? Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I do, and they're okay. But sometimes, while I'm making a prosaic meal for my prosaic eaters, I dream of haute cuisine and All Clad.
Not, of course, that I do a lot of high-end cooking. My family (raise your hand if you've heard this rant before) tends to eschew high-end eating, and I have a curious reluctance to make food that no one but me will eat. But there is pleasure to be had in the ownership of a really good piece of kitchen equipment. My mother loathed cooking but had a full set of LeCreuset pots and pans and wonderful, artsy serving dishes and stuff. My father did like to cook, and this is one of the things he and I have in common; we used to bond over catalogs from restaurant supply stores, and in the early years of my marriage Dad would take pleasure in sending me cool kitchen neep: my marble rolling pin came from him, and the stoneware canisters in which my flour and sugar and brown sugar live, and the pasta machine. Could I live with a set of stainless steel pans from Costco? Well, yes. As a matter of fact, I do, and they're okay. But sometimes, while I'm making a prosaic meal for my prosaic eaters, I dream of haute cuisine and All Clad.
posted by Madeleine Robins at 8:32 AM
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Our most favoritist kitchen item is an old cast iron skillet with an enamel coating. Nothing sticks, and even the handle is iron so it can go in the oven. Great for fritattas.
I think S rescued it from someone's trash.... Have I mentioned how much I love Brooklyn?
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Back in the day, I worked in a kitchenware store -- think Williams-Sonoma meets Crate and Barrel. (In fact, said store was later sued by Crate and Barrel because they ripped off all of the latter's branding -- from font to fabric, but that's another story.) Anyway, I could get Le Cruset, All Clad and Wusthof at a 40 percent discount. And great was my glee. Now, ten years on, I still have and dearly love all of my swag.
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