Broken China

Last Wed night when I was taking out the Passover China I broke 4 of my great grandmother’s dessert dishes. I told my husband that I know when I get to heaven she is going to be standing there with her finger outstretched asking about her dessert dishes. He said I was making quite a few assumptions, regarding where my great grandmother is now, and where I’m going after all.

So basically, he wasn’t quite concerned about the dishes. But he never met my great grandmother either.

All said and being done, the china I think is holding up quite well.
It is a service for 12:
with dinner plate,
salad plate, (smaller dinner plate)
soup plate, (you might think I mean bowl, but you'd be wrong)
fish plate (maybe it has another name, but I don't know what it is),
dessert plate, (really dish, as in applesauce)
saucer and cup for each place setting (well, it did anyway).
and there are service pieces which include:
a turkey platter (it could be used for something else, I suppose)
Kugel platter (ditto),
vegetable bowl,
and other vegetable bowl
and gravy boat and sugar and creamer set.

Of course, we only use about half of those pieces, and then only about twice a year, so I don't think it's too much to ask.

See, the problem is, every time I think about using paper plates, I can hear the china screaming from the cupboard. It's not as loud as my husband groaning, but still very annoying, kind of like - "Well, if you were going to use paper, you really didn't have to take us out in the first place."

And they are right. When you can hear your dishes talking, and they are making sense - you should be very afraid.

And listen to them.

Giddyap

I am reminded of the time I took my kids Horseback Riding. It was supposed to be fun. I can't remember when I had more fun. In fact, the flies had more fun than we did, and the horses didn't seem to be enjoying it either.

We had a choice of an hour trail ride with a guide, a 15 minute trail ride with a guide, or 15 minutes with our horses led by hand. I picked the latter, figuring how long could 15 minutes be?

I sat on a horse with my 3 yo in front of me. My oldest son, being the bravest, was put on a horse named Chantilly. Two other boys refused to leave the barn or approach the coral with the exclamation "EW-GROSSS". My daughter who was 8 at the time, was given a horse named Tank. I think my horse was names Dear Gd, or at least, that's what I kept calling him. Please note the double standard. It is a mark of distinction for a girl to be able to ride a horse named Tank, but for a 15 yo boy to ride Chantilly is the punch line of many a joke, and this blog, by the way.

What's really funny about this, is that the horses didn't pick their names, and barely even answered to them. And on the whole, don't go around talking about who they had ride them either.

Personally, I think they just don't care.

More butter news

I called a pick n save looking for Passover Butter.
He told me that they had Move over butter,
but no pass over butter.

Then, I gave up.

$7/lb for butter

PrePesach psychosis has hit a new high.

Here in Milwaukee, Kosher for Pasech, cholov Yisroel butter is running $7-8/lb of butter (sticks)! I do not keep Cholov Yisroel, but there is no Breakstones to be found.

This is insanity. I have been buttering matzo since before I could talk, and I am insulted that someone would hold butter ransom like this. Prices in general are out of control, but tell me, did someone give the cows a raise?