Now that I am an old woman, I shall eat dinner from a plate that’s purple, with a red dish for bread.
While chatting with a friend recently, I commented how I had always wanted Fiesta ware. Our household dishes are a mishmash of inherited partial sets that we never got around to updating. I’m pretty sure they aren’t actually safe in the microwave or dishwasher, but they’ve been fused together by time and determination. At the […]

