I've Got Pot

My boy waited a bit before sending me my Christmas present. In the weeks before Christmas, we talked about the things we were interested in, and why. In one late conversation, I told him that I wanted a pot in which I could cook pasta. Around Thanksgiving, Wade was here, and made some especially delicious manicotti for me and Momma. A few days later, I told him that I wanted a pot big enough to cook all of the pasta shells at once.

If you know me at all, you know I don't cook. Well, not well. I can make a few things, but I don't particularly enjoy cooking. The last time I made manicotti was when I was in law school, and I made it particularly for a friend who saved my legal life.

So after I told my boy that I wanted a decent pot to cook pasta, I realized what a fool I was. I called him back, to ask him if he bought me a pot. He told me that he had not. Oh, readers, I was so relieved.

Today I got my belated Christmas package. It turns out that it was belated because he used the same box in which I sent his porron. That's absolutely fine; I know how hard it is to find a reasonable shippable box.

This is what I received:



At first, I was a bit disappointed. Did he not know that I'm not a culinary girl? If only because he's a culinary boy.

I called Wade, to tell her. She, bless her heart, did some research.

As it turns out, I should never feel badly about this gift. It wasn't the gift I wanted, but it will absolutely be the gift I want to use. Also, he invested a lot into this gift.

It's the first piece of culinary equipment that's ever been mine. All of my others were from my grandmother.

And, folks, it's the present that I want him to show me how to use.