I was watching Jacques Pepin fix a soup on television and when I saw the finished product in the red bowl/tureen, I took a picture of it.  I’m not sure what caught my eye, but it was a deep rich red and the soup looked so good bubbling up in it.

I googled for red soup bowls, but didn’t find anything that looked like the picture I had.  Finally, I gravitated toward KQED and the web site that had hosted the Pepin cooking show.  I found what appeared to be the episode I had watched and entered a comment asking who might have made the soup bowl shown in the episode.  After posting the comment, I continued to look through the web site and found a Credits link that listed the various vendors that had supported the show.  When I clicked on the Emile Henry link, the first image that appeared was the bright red bowl.  Apparently, they have a line of this cookware (Flame Top) that combines a special clay with other secret ingredients to produce cookware that can go on the stove top, in the oven, and in the microwave & dishwasher and has a 10 year warranty.  They had red, black and blue versions, but, I liked the red.  *I visited Amazon.com and found that I could purchase the oven for about $20 less than buying it directly from the Emile Henry Company.  I ordered it with the free delivery option.  Instead of taking more than a week, I see that the item should be delivered today (only 3 days).  It may be Monday, if they do not leave the package on my doorstep.

ADDENDUM [04/03/12]:  UPS did try to deliver on Friday, but without a signature did not leave the package.  I signed the back of the delivery notice and left it on my door on Monday.  Monday afternoon when I arrived home from work, the box was sitting in front of my door.  It was a rather large box, and I first thought that maybe Amazon had sent me a larger sized pot than I ordered.  As I picked up the box, it was very light and I realized that there was probably packing material around the oven inside.

As I put the box down, I heard a sound that made me think, “Oh, the lid must be broken.”  I then thought, “No, it is probably just jostling around inside.”  As I peeled the flaps of the outer box, I saw the large pockets, bubble wrap which encased a smaller box.  The lid was intact.  As I removed the lid, I saw that the pot was broken… in several pieces.  “Damn, if it isn’t always something.”

I removed the inner box.  Strangely, the outer box had no signs of damage.  The inner box appeared to have been punctured from the inside out (although, I guess you could puncture from the outside and while removing the prod, the cardboard would be pulled outward.  Maybe the broken pot had pierced the inner box?

I went online and found the Amazon return policy pages.  I entered my reason for wanting a replacement pot and saw that I could print out return labels for UPS (no charge to me) to return the broken oven.  Amazon would also send out a replacement before actually receiving my return, but would charge my credit card if the return wasn’t received within 30 days.

I plan to package it up today, print out the labels, affix them and take the package to the UPS office (wherever that may be… Hope Mills?).

ADDENDUM:  The replacement package arrived on Thursday (following the Monday when the first package arrived) a little before 2pm.  I immediately opened the outer package and then noticed that the inner box (the first one was a solid dark green color), which had pictures of the red oven, was punctured as the first inner box had been.  When I opened the inner box, I saw that the lid and pot were both intact, although I gave them a close inspection to make sure there were no cracks or chips.  But, whatever had punctured the outside of the box had indented part of the inner cardboard.  *I left feedback on Amazon.com letting them know that they should check to see if they have something that is doing this during packaging.

ADDENDUM: I procrastinated for several days before packaging up the return, but got online and found that there was a UPS Store in the Westwood Shopping Center.  I planned on leaving for lunch early, as I didn’t know how long I would have to wait at UPS, and also wanted to go to Red Lobster (It has been many years since I went to one [in Jacksonville, NC, I think] for lunch.

So, I walk in the door at UPS and almost immediately a young man, behind the counter, was asking if he could help me.  I said, “Yes,” but there were a couple of people at the counter being helped by two other clerks, and I was a little quizzical about how I could be helped.  But, as I walked around to the end of the counter, the young man walked around from the back of the counter and took the package as I handed it to him.  He looked at the label and told me the time the package should leave that afternoon.  We both turned our backs to each other as I headed out the door dumbfounded.  I couldn’t believe that I had come in, did what was necessary, and was out the door in 30 seconds (or less).  Wow!  I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had waited 20 minutes or more.

I got an email notice today (04/13/12) that said my return had been received by Amazon.  *I haven’t cooked with the new pot yet.

ADDENDUM-ADDENDUM [02/24/14]:  It took me almost two years before I tried cooking something in this pot.  I went to Hubert/Jacksonville to celebrate Ray, Mary Ann and my birthdays and we went to Longhorn Restaurant on Sunday, January 19, 2014.  While there, I had a delicious French Onion Soup, and I decided to make more when I got home that night.  Coincidentally, I see that the soup that Pepin was fixing was “Onion Soup Lyonnaise-Style”.  Well, it turned out well, but one soup in almost two years seems somewhat underused for the $100+ pot.

ADDENDUM-ADDENDUM-ADDENDUM [06/24/21]: And now, almost ten years later and I don’t recall the last time I cooked anything in the pot. It is a beautifully made oven. I bought some dried beans yesterday at the WNC Farmer’s Market in Asheville. Speckled Butter, Yellow Eye and October beans all that I have never tried. I bought some pieces of ham hocks this morning at IGA, and some Andouille and Kielbasa sausages at Publix.

ADDENDUM ADINFINITUM [04/09/24]: I think it was last year that I gave the round, red oven to Jacquelin. Actually, I just left it, along with some other stuff, inside their new house they have been building. The beans I mentioned above, I cooked, and all three did not reach the level of flavor worth repeating. I have written about this bean cookery elsewhere. I came away thinking that these beans had not reached the level to compete with their more favorite counterparts, such as black-eyed peas or white limas.

I never did cook much in the red pot. I did cook on the stove top (surprising to me) and in the oven a few times, but it was a pretty pot. *I am now reading “The Black Box,” a Harry Bosch novel by Michael Connelly. I am just beginning the read, but there is a young woman, who was found, dead, in an alley during the 1992 race riots in L.A. I think this case wasn’t solved, and now in 2012, it may still go unsolved. So, the time of the story is also the actual time that I bought this little round, red oven.

I awoke early on Thursday morning before my alarm went off.  Got up, showered, and left early enough to get to Asheville by about 11am.  I almost always stop at the Davie County Rest Area for a bathroom break and stretch.

I got into Asheville with enough time to find Cafe Azalea on Tunnel Road about 30 minutes before it opened.  I roamed down around a few mountain roads and went past Warren Wilson College before turning around and making it back to the restaurant.

There are a few outside tables, at which there were a few adults and a little girl.  I walked into the darkened interior and was seated by the waiter near the back, but facing out (the establishment having a large glass front).

I looked through the menu, and the waiter brought me iced tea, and waited on several other customers (a couple by the front door, a man reading a paper by the front window, and a couple which came in, went to the register/bar area, talked briefly with the staff and then left).

I ordered the Shrimp & Grits, which I had seen reviewed online as being distinct in that they weren’t too spicy, but perfect for the reviewer.  *And my review would be the opposite.  They weren’t distinctive, because they weren’t spicy, and although not totally bland, just “nothing to write home about.”   However, they are worth blogging about;-)

I also ordered a cup of the Ginger-Carrot Soup, which in addition to those ingredients already mentioned, included creme fraiche and coconut flavoring with a topping of chives (I think.).  I enjoyed the slight flavors, but eventually added some raw sugar to “turn” the soup for a sweet element.

The Shrimp and Grits were a disappointment, but the soup was different, and good.

I finished my meal, left and entered the Blue Ridge Parkway below the restaurant.  I soon found the Folk Art Center (a museum, working art studio and gift shop).  I roamed the aisles, and bought a couple of coffee mugs, toured the museum and then left.

I found the Days Inn via my GPS (almost) and after checking in, realized that this was a really old hotel which had been renovated… The cheap price had not entered my consciousness as a question mark.  *The hotel, room and facilities were adequate for me.  If I were married, I would not bring my wife…

I did ride around downtown Asheville, by the Grove Arcade, and then eventually out to the WNC Farmer’s Market where I made a quick tour.  *I did not intend to buy anything on Thursday, especially ramps.  But returned on Friday morning to buy cheese, honey, some potatoes, a couple of tomatoes, and a couple of bunches of ramps (@$3).

At some point, around 5pm, I set my GPS to find Luella’s BBQ Restaurant.  It appears to have been a curb side service at some point, but no longer, and is located at one of the entrances to UNC-Asheville.

I entered and was seated by a young blond waitress in a black t-shirt and black jeans (the uniform of the establishment).  I was given a menu and ordered sweet tea.  There are tables, booths, and bar stools at the “bar” by the kitchen.

I ordered a half-rack of ribs, a bean salad, and a house salad with a sundried tomato vinagrette and hush puppies.  I tried various sauces, liking the Luella’s sauce.  *I left with about half the ribs and a small cup of the Luella’s sauce.

So, I head out on US 40 West, eventually turning off and winding my way to Canton, NC.  I then took a southerly leaning road, hoping to find the Blue Ridge Parkway at some point, and then take that back to Asheville.  The road followed a small winding river, sometimes close and sometimes further away, but then returning.

Eventually, I found myself on Hwy 215 which I followed for a good distance.  The sun began to dip behind the mountains, but I chose to continue on Hwy 215, not knowing for sure that it would cross the BRP.

I came to a large mountain lake ( ), which I think was an Episcopal summer retreat.  I continued on although there were no longer any homes visible from the road, and I only recall passing 4 motorcycles and an old truck heading down the mountain(s).  *It finally dawned on me that the tops of the mountains were coming nearer.  I passed a rushing waterfall, and continued to wind back and forth along the road.

Finally, I saw a sign for the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I was pretty close to being as far along the Parkway as I had ever come southward.  I think I was about 30 miles from Asheville when I started back along the road.  I stopped at several points to take a few quick pictures.  I noted a few instances of lovers stopped in vehicles to view the setting sun.

I passed what must have been a landslide which closed the Parkway a few years ago.  A large portion of the mountain-side appeared to be sandy soil with a few large boulders dotted about.  It looked none to secure, and I would not be surprised to hear that the Parkway was closed again due to another slide in less than two years.

As I neared Asheville, it was already night-time, and the increased lights of homes and businesses were obvious.

The next morning, I ate the breakfast buffet provided by the hotel.  The food was good, but I did note that most of the guests were speaking Spanish, and that pinto beans and jalapenos were included on the buffet.

I packed up, filled the cooler with ice, and headed downtown to find an Indian restaurant.  I did find it, but parking would have been a problem for lunch, so I decided to eat elsewhere.  I headed out to the Farmer’s Market where I bought my goods.

Just before leaving Asheville on Friday, I drove along Tunnel Road (which parallels US 40) and turned into the East Village Grille, which is a sports bar & restaurant located diagonally across from the Veterans Hospital (east Asheville). The sign appears to be old, but inside could be 5, 10, 15 years or older.

There were several tables of customers when I walked in. A waitress smiled and told me I could sit where I liked. I walked to the end of the room, nearest a large window facing Tunnel Road. Traffic was not worrisome or noticeable to me as I watched TV, and people.

I was handed a large booklet menu. Probably 10 pages, wrapped in vinyl, and items such as sandwiches, chicken, seafood, Greek food, and wines, etc.

A male waiter, dressed in black (as were all… dressed in black) came to my table and I made a comment about the menu being like “War and Peace,” or some other large tome. I ordered sweet tea (which was sweet and good when it arrived), and the Philly Cheese Steak and potato salad (good, but could have had a touch of sweetness). *The bun was good, the cheese was melted, and the steak & mushrooms were well done.

I asked the waitress if I could have a small amount of “Tiger” Sauce. My waiter came back with a small black cup of Tiger Sauce, which was a rich deep ruby red, with flecks of pepper seeds in it. The Tiger Sauce was worth the whole meal. I dipped my Philly Steak, cheese and even the bun eventually to get every hot drop of this sauce. It was hot, and I believe had Habaneros in it, but it wasn’t too hot. *Today, I googled for Tiger Sauce, and see that it is a known quantity, sold by various companies. I’ll go looking for something that looks like what I remember, and hope it will have the same flavor. Habanero hot, but without garlic, and sweet.

[NOTE 02/14/25]:  Something small I still remember about that first taste of Tiger Sauce, was that they charged me for the sample.  I think it was only 35 cents, but at the time I thought that I should have gotten it for free.  I think later, I realized that the sample I received cost them about 35 cents, because of what a bottle of Tiger Sauce cost. [end NOTE]

After lunch, I decided to drive along Hwy 70 instead of US 40. I think I’ve done this one other time, with the same result. You eventually take US 40 over the Continental Divide, and down the mountain. But once down to Old Fort, I intentionally got back on Hwy 70 and took the scenic tour toward Winston-Salem. Eventually, at Hickory, after shopping at Belk for pants, shirts, socks and even a pair of new shoes (brown suede), I did get on US 40 and made it to my Comfort Suites hotel by a little after 6pm. I did stop off to eat supper at Panera Bread where I had some vegetable soup, a ham sandwich, and a cold lemonade.

I fell asleep almost immediately after getting in my room, leaving the television on, while on the Weather Channel. My sleep was basically restful, while having brief bouts of awareness that there were severe storms coming up from the south and doing great damage as they did. About 10:43pm I finally woke up, and turned the TV to the movie Avatar, (by chance, not intent). I cussed as Spanish sub-titles panned across the screen, but eventually found the CC (Closed Captioning) button and turned off any text display.

The next morning, when I awoke about 6:30am, rain was coming in brief waves and rain drops bouncing in puddles on the parking lot and vehicles below. I showered, and went downstairs for breakfast. I had a large Belgian waffle, some syrup, a glass of cranberry juice, and later, some milk, and some coffee before heading out on tour. It was still raining when I left the hotel and quickly found a gas station where I filled up my tank. I then took the Hanes Mall (road or parkway) path and came to Silas Creek Parkway. I now know that I turned in the opposite direction from which I should. Eventually, I would use my GPS to get back on track, and crisscrossing roads, would find Reynolda Road, and take a brief tour of the Wake Forest University campus on a rainy, early morning.

When I returned to my hotel, I googled for Indian restaurants, and found one Tumeric, which ended up being only a short distance from where I was. I called and found that they opened at 11am. So, I packed up my goods, loaded them into the Civic, and drove around town to kill time until about 11:30, when I hoped that there would not be many customers, but would have all of the lunch buffet deployed.

I tried the buffet at Tumeric Indian Restaurant in Winston-Salem on Friday at lunch. They open at 11am, and I was apparently their first customer about 11:30am. Three more customers arrived before I had finished my meal.

As I pulled up to the curb, there was a young red headed, white guy, sitting out on a bench beside the front door. He hopped up and went inside, which made me think he might be a waiter or clerk. Sure enough, he was my waiter, and sat me at a table for two near the cash register. There was a young Indian, probably in his 30s, at the cash register. I almost choked as I sat down because the air was stifling from whatever had been cooked already. I quickly got over this feeling and was quite comfortable before I was deep into my meal.

I ordered water to drink and was told the buffet was ready.

I hopped up and went back to the buffet area which was behind my table.

I can tell from an online recipe that one of the deserts that I had, and went back for a little more, was Dal Payasam. There were raisins and cashews on top.

I had some yogurt rice, and tried both the goat and chicken curry. I’m not sure if it was called a chutney, but I had a couple of other mixtures, which I suppose were not a main course.

The food was good, the water cold, and the desserts simple but delicious. I talked briefly with my waiter about being from the Coast of North Carolina, and that I liked going to the beach when everyone else was not there. Especially like the rainy day that was that morning in Winston-Salem.

The day would clear up quickly as I drove down to Pinehurst to visit Russ and Deborah Savage. But, later, one of the storms of the day would blow quickly thorough the Village and then no more rain or breeze there. That was not the case across much of middle and eastern NC for the rest of the day. Russ and I watched the storm(s) reporting on TV as tornadoes touched down in Sanford, Raleigh, and other points.

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Addendum [05/30/22]:  NC Tornadoes – April 2011 (10 years later) *  I was visiting Russ & Deborah on the day when the tornadoes came through the Fayetteville/Lumberton area.  But, there was a wide swath of destruction which in my mind looked like God had taken his hand and scraped it along the Earth from the SW to the NE, lifting it at some points but a definite NE direction.  **I think they told me that Longhill Pointe apartments had some damage from this storm (including the apartment I live in).  I drove over to the nice neighborhood next to Longhill and saw some brand new brick homes that had been demolished, leaving only a lone brick wall standing.

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On Sunday, Russ, Deb and I drove up to Winston-Salem to tour the Reynolda House Museum. Afterwards, we ate at Old Staley’s Grill & Ale Restaurant which is directly across from the house, but not visible because of dense vegetation.

Russ drove past the restaurant at first because there were only about 4 cars visible. It was a large deserted parking lot at about 4 pm. He turned around at the Reynolda House entrance and then drove into the restaurant’s parking lot and up near the front door. The sign said that they should be open. Russ parked across several motorcycle parking spaces, so that the car would be in the shade, and we all went inside.

We were seated quickly, as there were only a few customers sparsely sitting about the restaurant. It is a sports bar with large TVs and at least one really, really large TV. A NASCAR race from Talledega was coming to an exciting finish… if I had the least bit of interest in stock car racing, which I haven’t since I graduated high school.

Bright, bubbly Bailey was our waitress, quick with a smile and information. We ordered burgers all around. Russ had the waffle sweet potato fries (good), Deb had crinkle cut regular fries (good, crisp, chewy middle and just the right amount of salt), and I had baked beans (a good sweet bean). Russ did order sour cream (at my suggestion) for his fries. Whether it was Bailey, or the “new” cook, what Russ got was a dollop of butter (which Deborah said was actually margarine). None of us ever brought this faux-pax to Bailey’s attention.

My burger was large and good, a little pink in the middle. I scraped off the chili, and asked if I had actually gotten any Pepper Jack cheese, which I had ordered. It was pointed out to me that there appeared to be a little cheese around the edge of the burger, and that the rest had probably melted into the hot burger. There were dill pickle slices on the burger (I prefer sweet.), and a large dill wedge on the side.

I just recently came across the Tiger Sauce – Habanero Lime flavor. It was really good, but I’m not sure how different it is from the Original flavor. Maybe hotter, and I don’t remember any lime flavor coming through.

ADDENDUM [03/04/23]: I’ve probably mentioned this elsewhere, but I found that I liked the new Habanero-Lime Tiger Sauce better than I did the Original. I even ordered a 6-Pack of the Habanero-Lime Tiger Sauce and think I gave away some as Christmas presents. But later, when I tried to make another order, I found that the new sauce had been discontinued. And, then later, I got a notice that the Habanero-Lime Tiger Sauce was available. I ordered another 6-Pack, and it arrived in a few days. But, when I opened it, they had sent me the Original version. The new version wasn’t available, and Amazon told me to throw, use, or give it away and not send it back.