You know how we all have our little eccentricities? And sometimes the people we love are a little bit nuts in some areas, but we turn a blind eye?
Well, let me tell you about my husband. He is super generous, and has many many wonderful qualities. But he is a little bit crazy when it comes to cookware. He likes to buy it. Over and over again.
I cannot tell you how many sets of pots and pans we have had in our married life. I like good quality stuff, and over the years have developed special relationships with certain pieces of cookware. Like my beat up Calphalon Dutch oven that I have had for decades. And my 12 inch high sided sauté pan by who knows what brand that I LOVED, and which my husband got rid of when he purchased a new set of All Clad. And don't get me started on how much I love my cast iron skillet, which over the years has become perfectly seasoned and holds a special place in my heart.
Over the years I have had sets of Cuisinart pans, All Clad, Calphalon, some Le Creuset, and most recently a nice set of copper cookware, that I resisted at first, but got to like eventually. As my husband purchases these new sets of pans I have mostly been able to hang onto a piece or two of the old, of which I had grown fond, before he gave them away to make room for the new sets. I keep my favorite mish mash of the Le Creuset bakers, the All Clad Dutch oven, the Cuisinart copper bottomed sauté pan, etc etc, hidden away in a side cupboard where he isn't likely to notice them. HIs pans of the moment always have the prime cupboard space.
Did I mention that my husband doesn't actually cook? He just buys pots and pans.
What my husband cannot seem to grasp is that cooks grow fond of certain pots and pans, and actually have a relationship with them. I can't make chile con carne properly if I don't make it in my beat up All Clad Dutch oven. My rice pilaf won't work if I don't use my copper bottomed Cuisinart high sided sauté pan. And don't even THINK of trying to use a double boiler that isn't my Calphalon set.
My cookware doesn't need to match. I have my certain beloved pans that work for me for various dishes I make regularly. I don't want new pans. In fact. I might get really cross if he tries to replace my pans yet again.
Which he did last week. He brought home a large set of extravegantly expensive copper pans made by some French company I never heard of, but every gourmet cook in the world evidently covets. And he wanted to get rid of the old copper pans I had just gotten kind of used to.
The new pans are beautiful. Too heavy to actually be lifted by a woman of average strength, but they are objects of great loveliness.
And I had a fit. "We don't need new pans. I like the OLD pans. You have to stop buying pans. You are a little bit insane when it comes to this thing about buying pots and pans so often. These new pans cost a fortune. I'd rather use the money to go to France for cooking lessons".
I stamped my foot and made a scene and generally acted quite ungrateful. But we kept the pans. I got to pull the one or two favorites from the outgoing set, but now the main pan cupboards contain French copper pans that Emeril would covet.
Luckily our kitchen has a lot of cupboards, and I can stash away my favorites from the umpteen sets of cookware we have had in our 48 years of married life. Luckily I have a fairly mellow personality, which is probably why we have been married for 48 years.