So, a month and a half ago or so, I was at Matt's parents' lake house, sitting on the couch reading my interwebs. I was reading Caitie's blog, and she was writing about how she'd celebrated Bastille Day. Caitie was making truffles (How fun is that?), but it wasn't the truffles that grabbed my attention: it was her bowl. She was using this old-timey white bowl with a rooster on it.
Upon seeing the bowl, I blurted out--Veruca Salt style--that I wanted that bowl.
(Note: She's wonderful even when she isn't buying me incredible gifts. She's kind and understanding and wise and reasonable and tells me when she disagrees with me. She's a great shopping buddy and an enthusiastic listener and she raised a pretty great boy that I got to marry. I love her.)
So here are the bowls. Their official name is Amish Butterprint, and they were made by Pyrex in the '50s. It's actually kind of ironic that I would be so in love with these bowls, considering how much I detest the Amish. (Cheaters. If you're reading this and you're Amish, you're just proving my theory that you're all dirty cheaters with bad haircuts and no buttons.)
Aren't they so pretty? And just wait until you see how they go in the kitchen post facelift!