Hot Dish

Normally I show you my serveware only in service to the food on top of it.  Today, apropos of nothing beyond total self-indulgence, I'm showing you just a bare plate and writing one of those really boring self-interested, content-free blog posts ("My new hairdryer cost me $60!!") that make me crazy when I read them written by other people.

But I love this plate. I love it so much I can't stand it.

Look at it there.

So pretty.

A new find from a recent antiquing jaunt with The President of the Debate Club and Longtime Friend-of-Blog Sarah.  It was hidden on a bottom shelf behind another table.  If it weren't for the fact that I had clicked into OCD-level second-handing (where one's eyes scan shelves back and forth in a completely thorough, nearly robotic way like the raster of a cathode ray tube in a TV), I never would have found it.

It's a hand-painted Moriyama dish from Japan, but that doesn't mean it's actually like valuable or rare or anything.  That's okay because I certainly do not plan to part with it anytime soon.  It matches my blog!