I have a love affair with them.
They are from the 60s, hearkening from a day when email meant…well, something other than email as we think of it. I got a set of four of these pots from a thrift store in Arkansas. I promptly burnt a hole into the little fry pan. I didn’t know about the delicacy, the slow-cooked perfection of enamel. I tried to treat it like a cast iron skillet. WRONG! I just didn’t know! Since then I have had lovely luck with the big dutch oven style pan and the little saucepan and medium one, used for pasta. If only this tea kettle was actually for sale!