I admit, using humongous pots really does it for me in the kitchen, well does it for me full stop. I'll double (or triple or quadruple) any old recipe so I can justify using this stockpot. Even using a long wooden spoon to stir, I still have to get my arm inside, stirring and turning, turning and stirring.
I feel truly at one with the world stirring, well anything.
Or like a dinner lady from favourite childhood stories or a witch mixing up her brew to poison a princess.
To be honest I could do with one a bit smaller as you can see that this four litre plus soup barely comes up halfway. My next largest pot (which is still pretty huge) simply cannot hold the quantities I like to make. Hubby says I don't need (urgh!!!!) one but I say as long as it fits inside this one no extra cupboard space is required. That's as practical as I get. At Christmas time we have to tell the butcher it's measurements to make sure the enormous ham we buy each year for the 'Eve will fit in it.
It is masseeeeve! I lurve it. It has lived with us for five years and will do so forever and ever and ever......
On Saturday it did it's job providing us with pea and ham [from a chicken!!] soup for having in mugs after a lovely long Sunday walk.
A huge sigh for me and my pot.
If we are all in for more 'what does it for me in the kitchen/kitchen porn' (I have a long list).......
I know, I know, more cake!
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