... but the wages o' procrastination (and stoopidity!) are only slightly less. Fifty-plus Yankee Dollars, to be specific, which is near enough to death for a poor ol' geezer livin' on Social Security and such. We wound up taking Lou's advice on this post about dedicating a pot to the express purpose o' humidification, albeit inadvertently. Shorter: we ruined our eight-quart stock pot by not cleaning it on a daily basis. It wasn't because of clove residue in the pot (we managed to find whole cloves, which cut that brand o' residue down to a manageable level), it was due to the incredibly hard water which is our fate because we live in P-Ville. I spent 45 minutes and two... count 'em: TWO... Brillo pads attempting to remove a week's worth of calcium and other stuff from the pot, all to no avail. It would take some industrial-strength bead-blasting at the very least to remove all the krep that accumulated in that pot after a week's worth of simmerin' hard water.
The upshot was the Brown Truck O' Happiness put the pot on the right in my hot lil hands today. Like this:
I notice Farberware changed the design of their eight quart stock pot in the 30+ years or so since I last purchased cookware, what with the new pot bein' slightly taller and narrower in circumference. One assumes it will still perform the required functions, one of which will NOT be simmering cloves on the stove.