I’ve been MIA for pretty much the past week, and for that I apologize. Hang in there with me and I promise I’ll be back to my food cookin’, picture takin’ self in no time!
Last week I made a purchase. A purchase I’d been wanting to make for, oh, as long as I can remember.
Maybe not quite that long. But a long, long time.
And now that I have what I’ve been wanting for, I feel as though life is complete. For the next five minutes, anyway.
Folks. I bought a Le Creuset French Oven.
Oh, Le Creuset, how happy you’ve made me in the first week of our relationship. I didn’t know things could ever be this good or right. I feel like I’ve known you all my life. All this time I’ve wanted us to get together and make magic happen – and it’s better than I ever imagined.
I’m in love.
And now I’m wracking my brain and my cookbooks for dishes to prepare in it. Because something this beautiful isn’t meant to merely be admired. Though it does look pretty just sitting on my stove. But as we all know, looks aren’t what matter. Not entirely, anyway…
…what also matters is that it heats up like a dream and cleans up beautifully. So far I’ve made meat sauce and reheated beouf bourguignon in it. Not much, I know, but I hope to delve deeper into our relationship soon. Very soon.
So, friends – any ideas for a great roast, stew or soup I can whip up in this bad boy?
This post is full of entirely my own opinions and affection towards my new best friend. Le Creuset is in no way reimbursing me for this, though I wouldn’t mind it if they did.