At the farmers' market, I sampled three different pot cheeses and wrote notes about their textures.

On chilly Sundays, my grandmother prepares two large pot roasts and fills the house with a mouthwatering aroma.

After yet another rejection, he sat on his pity pot and refused to answer his messages all afternoon.

After the successful hunt, we gathered around the poacher's pot to share stories and warm ourselves with its steaming contents.

For the winter festival, my grandmother prepared a steaming tatie pot that filled the house with the aroma of lamb and onions.

She proudly displayed the pinch pot she had made in pottery class on the windowsill, sunlight highlighting its uneven rim.

She wore a vintage dress trimmed with intricate pot lace that depicted tiny baskets of blooming flowers.

Before the race, the crew carefully applied pot lead to the hull to shave off precious seconds.

At the holiday market, she sold handmade pot-pourris in small glass jars that filled the air with cinnamon and rose.

I placed several pot plants on the balcony to brighten up the view.