May 23
(via I Went Looking for One Pot and Found a Personality) told myself I only needed one good pot.Then Le Creuset happened and suddenly I have opinions about colour theory I did not consent to developing.It started with a Dutch oven and somehow turned into a kitchen that feels mildly judgmental in Cerise, Marseille, and too many blues I keep insisting are different.Now I just move heavy enameled cast iron around the kitchen like I am in control of something.Somewhere along the way I started negotiating with myself about whether one more colour is still reasonable or if I have officially lost the plot.Anyway. Dinner is usually good. That is probably the problem.
