For the past few years, my dad and his wife have been saving things from my grandparents home for me in their basement. I finally went through everything over Thanksgiving. Here are a few things I came home with.
A white Dansk pot. Well, actually, a white one, a brown one, and - wait for it - a turquoise one. My grandmother was not a great cook (well, she did make the world's best stewed pears and pink applesauce, but otherwise, I mean), but I remember her using these pots.
(To make casseroles out of noodles mixed with canned condensed tomato soup, it's true, but whatever. That doesn't mean goodness can't come out of this pot now, right?)