Quite possibly my longest ever title....
Sometime ago, I mentioned small glass dishes that my mum had collected and we used them for sweets, which I now call dessert.
Because I'm posh don'tcha know. Ha Ha.
I don't think it was a post I did, more likely I mentioned them in someone else's comment box.
So one day, not so long ago, I was scrounging around in an op shop and I found one!!
A small, footed, glass dish, with white vine leaves and flowers around the rim, that used to hold peanut paste back in the 50s and 60s, before we started calling it peanut butter.
They had a flat, white, metal lid that you levered off with the edge of a knife, no screw tops like now.
My mum had a collection of about a dozen and we had peaches and ice cream in them, or chocolate pudding, or stewed fruit and custard. Mmmm, sweet memories.
My sister, J, LOVED peanut paste, probably still does, and would eat the stuff by the spoonful.
A whole jar if no one caught her.
So there I was, in the op shop, with one small, footed, glass dish with white vine leaves and flowers around the rim, in my hand and searching the shelves for another one.
I decided if I had two, I could give one to J, for old times sake.
The assistant even looked in the back of the shop to see if they had any more.
But there was only the one, so I bought it and immediately crossed the road to where there were two more op shops and searched their shelves.
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Well, of course there was stuff on the shelves, just not another small, footed, glass dish with white vine leaves and flowers around the rim.
Since then, I've searched a couple of op shops in further away suburbs, but haven't found a dish to give to J.
I've decided to give her mine.
She loves chocolate, so I'll fill it with M&Ms, wrap it in red cellophane, because she loves red too, and I'll take it to her.
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