Sheila told me I was a dinosaur for making casseroles. I am the last man on the planet that still makes them. The once most purchased and never used utilitarian vessel of the 70’s and 80’s that I still enjoy making was being sent to the retro cupboard. Sheila went away for the day so I took the opportunity to make some “rolls”. I admit we don’t make stuff that is cooked in a covered dish but they sure are great for taking my Buffalo Chicken Wings to a pot luck. My neighbouring winery owner and absolutely fabulous patron of the arts has just built an igloo shaped wood firing oven at his home and wanted a pot to cook baked beans overnight so hey I want them cooked in one of my “rolls”.
I do love making kitchen pots and also know there is more money in making art than pots but hells bells somebody has to make pots for people that love to cook and love to serve their food in nice pots.
It’s a hellava thing to be a dinosaur and see your distinction just a few million years away.