Been scrolling through Reddit again during my lunch break, and stumbled across one of those posts that hits way too close to home. Someone desperately trying to track down a mysterious stench in their kitchen - that awful combination of death, rotting food, and something that might charitably be described as digestive distress. The poor soul had already done the full forensic investigation routine: removed everything, wiped down every surface, sniffed every container. Still nothing.

Walking through David Jones the other day, I spotted a gleaming white Le Creuset Dutch oven on display, instantly reminding me of the day I made what seemed like an absolutely mad purchase seven years ago. Five hundred dollars for a pot? Past me must have been temporarily insane.

The sight sparked an interesting reflection on how we value quality and longevity in our everyday items. Back then, I was a uni student, and dropping that kind of money on cookware seemed completely ridiculous. I remember justifying it to myself: “It’s an investment piece,” I said, probably sounding like every other millennial trying to rationalise an expensive purchase.