Anger Burger

I’ve been seeing a company called Bram Cookware around the interwebs lately, and today on Apartment Therapy again so I decided I’d point ya’ll toward the recent object of my desire: the totally unneeded and voluptuous 9 quart Bean Pot:

I never thought I’d be so mesmerized by a clay pot, but there it is.  The finish, I should note, is not a glaze but an effect of hand-burnishing the surface with river rocks.  The more I learn about this pot the more I understand what kind of douchebag would have it in their kitchen, but I can’t stop loving it.  I feel like Patrick Bateman.

Anyway, Bram cookware is priced fair for what it is — the bean pot, for example, is about $100 — particularly when considering that a Le Creuset is going to run you more.  The downside is that Bramware is clay and unlike the Le Creuset can be fatally damaged by irresponsible cooking, and I think we can all imagine that moment where we drop it on the floor and gasp as a thousand pieces of clay and hundred dollar bills blip off into oblivion.

It’s wrong to be thinking about something like “investment cookware” at a time when I’ve switched to the cheap mascara, but a girl can dream¹.  You, on the other hand, might be a little more flush.  Bean pot, anyone?

¹ Dad – don’t even think about getting me one of these. I’m serious. I know you can’t afford it and I won’t be delighted, I’ll be pissed off and I swear to god I’ll put you in a home.