I'm not typically in the habit of naming my crockery. However, exceptions take place and so must introductions. With a nod, smile, and wave of hand, I present Edith. Edith, seen here, is warming olive oil for me in anticipation of some onions and garlic.
She is welcoming and practical. Pretty and ingenuitive. She can handle a frozen Christmas ham-bone and chicken stock, split peas and onion, tomatoes and yams, all with ease. Whatever you find to toss at her, she can handle. Now don't rush her, but wait. And when she's done, you'll be greatly rewarded with a serving of contentment and a sense of being happy to be yourself.
Spending time with Edith makes me imagine I'm her namesake, cooking on the farm for her family of eight. It's good to feel like Nanie V.