Say good-bye. These pots served me well. Very well. But now it is time to bid them adieu.
You ask - Why? They look perfectly serviceable to me!
I didn't want to show you this. I wanted you to remember them in their prime - or at least in the long shot above. Well, looks like you've forced me to bring out the close-ups.
A handle that has gone well beyond well-worn.
Royal blue enamel that has been burned away at the pot's ever-important edge - now searing a hole in the interior as well.
So you can see, I had no choice. It was their time. They lived full lives. They spent happy hours helping me prepare thyme-laced chicken soup, stewed meatballs in hearty tomato sauce, custard bases for homemade ice creams, risottos drizzled with truffle oil, and so much more.
And, I'm sure I would've shed a tear or two when I unceremoniously tossed them into the garbage, if it wasn't for the glistening new replacements I just purchased.
Dang. Ain't they purty?
Guess I'm gonna need to throw a dinner party soon in order to put these babies to the VittlesVamp test!