Early Passage

These dishes were my heart's dream when I was too young to have them. I must have been terribly vocal in my wishes, but Mother knew I was not old enough to handle the responsibility of breakable dishes. Of her two daughters, I was the one whose dolls were loved to pieces...literally. I was as likely to be found with my brother sprawled on the living room carpet setting up battle scenarios with his army men as I was to be playing house. Somehow, though, after the holidays, I had the dishes and the beautiful blue box with the tiny hinged silver clasp. Each cup and saucer, every plate and most especially the teapot, creamer and sugar bowl had its own ingeniously designed pink cardboard nesting spot. I was enthralled and "ready or not," I had entered a new, "big girl" world; one that included ... breakable dishes. 

And that is the inspiration for this blog's name. Original header looked like:

Small print reads: "Family dishes, some breakable, some not...Some new and some old will grace this blogspot. A pinch of remembrances may also appear. Grab a cup; pour some tea; you're welcome here."

The "About Me" section of this blog is actually one written for my quilting blog, but I don't know how to split it and have one cooking one appear here and the other there.