I destroyed my favourite pot last night. I didn’t even think this was possible. But apparently I do not know my own power.
I was making a chicken korma and I needed to brown the onions. God knows how many times I’ve done this before. I put the oil in the pan swirled it around, increased the temperature for the initial sear and turned back to the bench to finish gathering all of my ingredients. Maybe I got distracted. I don’t know, I don’t remember.
The next thing I do remember is a popping noise. I frowned. What the hell was that? I hadn’t put anything in the pot.
It was the enamel exploding of the base. Just a small explosion, but enough to ruin the pot and ensure I couldn’t use it again.
Maybe there was a small flaw in there, something that had crept in over 25 years of use. Maybe that area didn’t get a coating of oil. I don’t know. But I am very sad. I loved that pot.