Thanksgiving always reminds me that I’m nowhere near as good of a cook as my mom. That woman can work pure magic in the kitchen and I’m already drooling just thinking about her hominy casserole, green beans, corn pudding and dressing. It’s the time of year where I start obsessively watching cooking videos (what up Bon Appetite) and pretend buying things will make me a better cook. It won’t. Practice makes you a better cook, but that doesn’t mean I don’t dream of being the kind of person who owns Le Creuset cast iron and a Vitamix. I absolutely do.
Look at this beautiful french baby. Just look at it. Think of all the coq au vin you could make with this sucker.
The state of my current kitchen knife would make the most austere chef cry. It’s dull and falling apart and absolutely dangerous. I’m never going to own this almost $2000 knife, but damn it looks heavy metal.
Just in case I have to… grind some herbs? Make a potion?
Every cool chef I’ve ever seen has one of these slick Hedley & Bennett aprons and I’m especially into this dress-esque smock option. It’s as fashionable as an apron can get.
I’ve been in love with Helen Levi ceramics for at least a year now. I stare longingly at her coffee cups and carafes. I watch her Instagram stories obsessively. My dream kitchen is filled with nothing but her bowls and plates.