Yesterday was one of the longest days of my life. Only I would schedule a dentist’s appointment to help the day go by faster. Not to worry, nothing serious. Just got fitted for another new night guard. Life has been so stressful I have bitten right through the one I have and my teeth are starting to break.
The only benefit to going to the dentist is stopping by my thrift store on the way home. I could not believe it when I saw these copper pots and strainer waiting for me front row center as I walked through the door. I grabbed them. All of them!
How ironic, pots and pans. You see this last weekend I spent three glorious days inside my house with the windows closed (allergy season) being quiet as a mouse. I soon realized, being quiet and stationary are really not my natural states of being. By the end of the weekend I wanted to bang pots with wooden spoons just for the hell of it.
What did I do to keep sane? I read, journaled and pondered about my foodie existence, the future, what I wanted, what I wanted to let go of. Of course I did not know the future outcome of what Tuesday would bring but I let my mind wander. Reminisce.
I remember when Reg and I were poor living on a mountain suburb in BC and how I fell in love with the show Gilmore Girls. The character Sookie in particular. Her passion for food and her love of being in the kitchen. I remember her whipping egg whites by hand in a copper pot, amazed!
Since then I have been watching snipped of Julie & Julia on a regular basis for the last few years. Every time I have a moment to myself, I would watch a scene for inspiration. How amazing to see Julia Child (played by Ms. Streep of course) randomly and almost unconscious pick up copper pot after copper pot and put them in her basket after failing her exam at the Le Cordon Bleu.
And there they were, waiting for me. I finally have copper pots. All the more bittersweet when the heartbreak followed.
Seven years ago when Reg and I began a new journey for his career, he stopped me in the grocery store and said, “When this is all done, we will work to make your dream come true.”
I responded, “Thanks honey. And whenever I figure that out, I will let you know!”
Ironic it was at the Superstore that we had this meaningful moment. Dreams come and some get murdered. Yesterday I felt like we were victims of a metaphysical homicide.
I have been food blogging for three and it looks like in a year, all of this will have to change. Our lives are going to transform in a big scary way and not the way we intended.
In the meantime, I am feeling more devoted to food more than ever. These copper pots reminded me of my passion for food and it felt like the foodie gods were telling me not to give up.
I could not help but also pick up this retro Pyrex pot. Reg had one with a teflon bottom when we met. When he was calling me in Toronto from Ottawa once he burned water and sent massive poisonous fumes into the air, setting off smoke detectors and putting roommates and cats’ lives in jeopardy. There is a reason I learned to cook when we moved in together. Survival!
When I saw this pot, I had to buy it. Take us back to the beginning of our adventure together. Looks like challenges ahead are going to be intense and brutal but Reg and I have each other. I may be far from being a Sookie or Julia but I have the passion to learn and one last year to really throw myself into the life of a foodie before all hell breaks loose.
Thank you for all the wonderful comments and support from the other day. You helped so much.
Oh and if anyone knows an easy but effective way to clean copper pots, please let me know! 🙂