Preciousss!
Mar. 2nd, 2011 05:48 pmOnce upon a time, not so very long ago, I would have laughed if anyone has asked me what my favourite item of kitchenware was. I had favourite foods, favourite books, favourite films, favourite places, but inedible things in kitchen cupboards weren't worth wasting emotions on. However, I've caught myself feeling quite ridiculously attached to my stock pot, in a way that makes me think I could soon be cherishing it like some magical cauldron of rebirth, and launching doomed quests to recover it if anyone stole it. (Did anyone ever launch doomed quests to recover a stolen corkscrew or turkey baster, I wonder? I know a story about a magical tea spoon and all-purpose kitchen knife, but are tin openers and baking trays ever magical in stories?) Anyway, this stock pot might even fill me with even more delight than the teeny tiny little grater that makes me giggle madly whenever I see it. (I believe it's a cinnamon grater, but its only role in our household is to occasionally surface in a drawer and cause mirth.) It's all quite worrying.