Farmer’s Market glory (from Wiveswithknives.net…until Ann sends me the photo she took for me at the SaMo farmer’s market…)
Last week a good friend came into town from the Bay Area and invited me to meet her at the vaunted Santa Monica Farmer’s Market.
Although I love the SaMo farmer’s market as much as the next foodie, I rarely get there because, well, it’s in Santa Monica. And anyone familiar with Los Angeles traffic knows that these days, nothing gets in or out of the West Side without an hour or two of apocalyptic traffic.
But having just been laid off from my day gig, I had plenty of time to sit in traffic. Plus this wasn’t just any friend. This was Ann Spivack, the writer behind pretty much every Bay Area celebrity chef’s cookbook. She’d be famous if she didn’t have to ghost write all that stuff.
Back in the day when I lived in NYC, there was this place called Fish’s Eddy, which sold, among other things, surplus diner dishes. Thick, heavy, egg-shell colored bowls and plates of the sort you’d find in greasy-spoons all across the country. Some had checkered patterns. Some had stripes. There was even the famous “Blue Plate Special’ plate.
Fish’s Eddy in the Flatiron district, NYC
I loved this place and went in often just to fondle the crockery. But as a single gal living in the World’s Smallest Apartment, I really didn’t have any need for actual place settings of any kind. I did buy one little bowl, a retro-looking soup bowl with a chip in the rim. I may still have it. Somewhere.
Fast forward a million years. I’ve got a family, teenagers, and a lot of friends I like to try and feed (they know the risks…). And every time I try to have more than, say, four people over for dinner I rue my lack of adult place settings. I could never decide on what kind of place settings to get. Real china doesn’t interest me. Most of my pieced together collection of Heath has long been broken. Can’t afford the really funky cool hand-made stuff.
So I’ve done nothing. Besides, as I like to joke, I can’t be a real grown up because I don’t have matching plates.
But then the chef got me these for my birthday:
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