(Title courtesy of the realest of Real Housewives of New Jersey, Teresa Giudice who made that pronouncement when forecasting the upcoming winter weather patterns in the northeast.)
Maybe I’ve had Norway on my mind lately, or maybe it’s because I’ve been studying egg cups on the internet and the most intriguing are the ones from Norway but I really think I need a few pieces of Figgjo Flint.
Style obsession-wise, I’ve been slowly moving away from the 40s and 50s and inching my way right up to the late 60s and early 70s so naturally that means a whole new world of dishes to discover. Here’s the thing, though – I don’t know if it was the times or the place but I can’t figure out what some of these things are for.
- On the left is 4″ wide bowl with a mystery opening. There are all manner of regular bowls available from this manufacturer but this one shows up every now and then. Is it a handle? An opening to pour through? Merely a decorative element? I don’t know.
- Egg cups! Because you know that’s happening, sooner more likely than later.
- The small pitcher with the tray is the real mystery to me. There are big pitchers, small pitchers, creamers, creamer and sugar sets and then this. What could it be for? Is that well a place to put sugar cubes? Is it for berries that you then drench in cream? What other small food needs a sauce immediately near by?
- The small skillet is 5″ across and is unglazed on the bottom, marked for oven and stovetop use. What were they making in this? Maybe it’s a gratin but it’s only 1″ deep.
FYI – I love this kind of stuff. Single purpose crap that you don’t need taking up room that you can’t spare! Why serve something in an everyday cereal bowl when you can use a bowl with a decorative hole in it? Who has enough cabinet room to store egg cups with their own space-hogging plates built in? Who wouldn’t want to set out the mystery combo on the table and then sit perched awaiting inquiry from some unsophisticated dinner guest? “Oh that! Haven’t you ever seen one before?” BOOM. Automatic winner of the pretentious hostess wars.
And wouldn’t that tiny little skillet be just the thing to transport boiled eggs from the egg cooker to the table?