So I had mentioned that during our visit to my hometown, The Boy and I managed to sneak in a morning of garage saleing. Although I hadn’t really expected to find much, I was very pleasantly surprised! Best of all, The Boy, who generally has a hard time finding treasures for himself on our hunts, found one he really likes: a thick-plastic milk crate!
The first item that caught my eye was this colander:
It’s a little on the small side, with adorable little feet supporting it. I’d originally picked it up because I’d figured that the small “florets” of tiny holes might help me reach a better curd vs whey balance in my ongoing quest for yoghourt nirvana. Only after I’d got it home and given it a light scrub did it occur to me that its narrow round shape might be perfect for baking smaller loaves of the bamsebrod.
Talking to the former owner, he explained that the colander was older than I was, maybe forty or fifty years old. He’d brought it with him from Israel, he’d said and showed me the Hebrew on the side of it. (Anyone happen to know what it says?) I asked why he was getting rid of such a faithful kitchen companion, and he said that he was moving to an apartment; he wouldn’t have room for it. I’ve no idea if any of it is true, but I’m already attached to my newest (cutest!) colander.
Next up was just a pleasant surprise:
I’d been vaguely on the lookout for these things (I think they’re called honey spoons) for awhile, despite the fact that most of the honey I consume is in yoghourt and an actual metal spoon is probably the better tool. They’re just cute, and at 25 cents each, I really couldn’t resist.
These beauties, however, made me literally squee (ahem, once we got back in the truck) when I found them. A little collection of silver teaspoons — that have little teapots on the handles?! Too cute! I totally want to bust out the flowery bone china I found and throw a tea party for the ladies, solely so I can offer these little gems for tea-stirring. (The way they’re shaped, completely vertical through the stem and bowl, they really are meant for stirring, too.)
All it took was a little love (and baking soda) to take the tarnish off:
This lovely’s sisters are soaking in a dish of hot water and baking soda, and awaiting some gentle scrubs of their own. It’s so nice to have souvenirs of an already-happy weekend home!