For a good part of my life, my mother made dinner using her three-quart mustard yellow Dansk enamelware frying pan. To her, no other cookware could compare. It browned meat beautifully, it was responsive to heating and cooling, it moved from stove top to oven easily. Even when its signature wooden handle fell off in the mid-80s and she couldn't find a new one to replace it, she continued to use the pan. (But at that point, transferring it from stove top to oven became a more precarious proposition, involving fast hands and elaborate layers of dish towels wrapped around its rim.) It wasn't until a full decade later that the stalwart of the kitchen was retired. So you can only imagine how happy I was when, scavenging around on
In Praise of Dansk
In Praise of Dansk
In Praise of Dansk
For a good part of my life, my mother made dinner using her three-quart mustard yellow Dansk enamelware frying pan. To her, no other cookware could compare. It browned meat beautifully, it was responsive to heating and cooling, it moved from stove top to oven easily. Even when its signature wooden handle fell off in the mid-80s and she couldn't find a new one to replace it, she continued to use the pan. (But at that point, transferring it from stove top to oven became a more precarious proposition, involving fast hands and elaborate layers of dish towels wrapped around its rim.) It wasn't until a full decade later that the stalwart of the kitchen was retired. So you can only imagine how happy I was when, scavenging around on