My parents came by my apartment yesterday and were kind enough to lug it on the metro with them, after driving it all the way back from Les Vosges, snuggly bundled up in multiple layers of bubble-wrap.
31 centimeters in length (12''), weighing in at 6.3 kilograms (14 lbl) when it's empty -- I've been buffing up my arms with dumbbells in preparation for its arrival -- it can hold 6 liters (6 qts) of something yummy and stewy and even-better-the-next-day to feed six happy friends.
And how could anyone resist a kitchen implement that so proudly brandishes its name? Ever thought how convenient that is, when you see it lying around somewhere in the kitchen and think, "hey what is this thing?", and you get closer, read what's on the lid, smack your forehead and exclaim, "but of course! it is la cocotte!"
The secret of the Staub cocotte, I am told, lies beneath the surface (am I scaring you yet?), on the underside of the lid, where all around the cocotte's belly-button are tiny little pikes -- the technical word I believe is picot -- that gently invite the evaporated liquids to drip back down onto the food, thus preserving all the flavors and juices.
I feel a little like Calvin when he collects the points from his boxes of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs* to receive a propeller hat, with which he thinks he will be able to fly all over the world. I really believe my cocotte is a magic wand that will make whatever I cook so good my guests will go into tastebud shock and faint.
*Calvin describes these cereals as "tasty, lip-smacking, crunchy-on-the-outside, chewy-on-the-inside, and they don't have a single natural ingredient or essential vitamin to get in the way of that rich, fudgy taste". Quite the little food writer.
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