A new knob and a bit (OK, a lot) of scrubbing, and this pot will be as good as new. My friend Cherie laughed when I met her, pot underarm, in the park this morning. She says that we both shop at the same store, meaning the streets of Park Slope. Cherie and I walk our dogs together most mornings and often stumble upon ‘finds’.
So why would I cart this all over Prospect Park, forego the pleasure of a speedy bike ride home ( only room in the basket for one - Pip the Wonder Pup would have to walk) and anticipate exercising some major elbow grease? Because there’s nothing in the world like a heavy pan. They require less heat, distribute that heat evenly (less scorching) and last forever. I’m going to love this beautiful red casserole.
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