Dish Fetish

I never understood my mother’s generation’s obsession with collecting dishes. She and her contemporaries would spend hours in the household section of shops and shopping centres looking for a good bargain for pots, pans and dishes.

I’m usually not involved in the discussions, but I know my Corning Wares, Vision Wares and the ultimate aim to own a set of Wedgwood dinner set from years of eavesdropping.

Maybe we aren’t as refined as the Baby Boomers, or maybe we just live in a different time – one where organising a dinner party with an elaborate spread, and impressive presentation skills is not a priority.

I suppose theirs was a time when fancy restaurants, delis or cafes were few and too pricey for a family or dinner party. So the home setting was the place to impress.

Most of the stuff I have in my kitchen cupboards today are wedding gifts, Christmas gifts and a set of Wexford’s ‘June Rose’ that was handed down to me by an aunt when she migrated.

The only set I can claim to have bought myself are six bowls from Ikea’s Christmas collection.

So my collection is kind of a mish mash of bits accrued over the years – no standard set. Not ideal but it serves the purpose – bowls to serve in, heat up food in and plates to hold your food!

Having said that, what I have in my cupboards today is not a reflection of my own taste.

If it was up to me, it would be filled with Moroccan or Turkish inspired designs. Not a priority though … for now 😄

2 Comments Add yours

  1. jml297 says:

    It’s funny how some objects end up in our lives, like dishes!

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    1. Just like some things in life that you don’t ask for but get anyway, serving its purpose in some way … pun intended!😄

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