September 7, 2016. Western Head, Nova Scotia. Pots.

When we bought our condo in Mississippi, we purchased the condo plus the contents.  The young man had married and moved into his wife's fully furnished house so had no need for his belongings.  Our life was easy using his stuff and gradually we got rid of it.   One thing we took with us into our new home was his pots and pans.  I do not cook so never paid any attention to the pots and pans.

Then we hired our Cuban cook.   She gave me a lecture, in her fractured English, about all the reasons why we needed better pots and she put the old ones directly in the garage.   I got the message.  Ken and I immediately shopped at Target for pots and pans.  

When we got to Nova Scotia this July,  I began looking at my old pots and pans, which were mostly purchased at auctions.   They were inferior, with my newly educated eyes, so one by one, I threw them out so now I have very few pots.  Today I went shopping at Home Hardware and I purchased four good pots.   They were on sale too.  The helpful sales clerk gave advice.   I finally admitted to her that I did not cook but I told her that my cousin was coming to visit who is a good cook and I needed pots because I had thrown my old inferior pots away.   She laughed and told me that when her children were young and she cooked all the time, her pots were terrible.  Now that her grandchildren are almost grown,  she has finally replaced her old pots.  But now she does not cook either even though she has new fancy pots, just like mine.  We both laughed at our foolishness.

The next time you are here, look in the lower drawers beside the stove and admire the best pots known to man.  Now we will soon find out if those pots can cook up a mess of good food.