The cookware in the Interim Lair was a hodgepodge of stuff, either abandoned there by previous occupants or acquired at the local dollar store. Little of that made the trip to the Secret Lair. Landlady gave me grazing rights to a box of old pots in her barn, and I found a set that worked pretty well for a while. But four years of use had them falling apart, and I was giving thought to where I might find replacements when…
…As such things tend to happen…replacements found me.
Cuisinart, baby. A real chef might sneer at it, but the handles aren’t falling off – nor do they look likely to in the near future. I like it.
To heck with real chefs. Those are lifetime cookware. (Especially at our age.)