How many times have you gone to a garage sale or a thrift store and seen one or more cream pitchers languishing on the shelf, normally priced for a dollar or less. It’s common to see a cream pitcher sitting next to its brother, the one who is not all there— you know what I mean, the sugar bowl missing it’s lid.
No matter how cute or functional, cream pitchers are passed over repeatedly until a collector spies one for a possible eBay sale or someone decides it would make a darling little vase for the kitchen window.
Who even uses a cream pitcher for every day anymore? There’s the one tucked in the back corner of the cupboard, which is brought out for guests. There’s the cream pitcher belonging to your china set, which is only used on Thanksgiving. But what about week day mornings when chaos reigns getting everyone propelled out the door including yourself? Yeah, I hear your reply because it’s the same as mine—That’s why cartons are designed with pour spouts, silly.
But hold on, the story isn’t over. Recently I had a cream pitcher epiphany. Yes I know the word, epiphany, is suddenly being over used, but it does properly describe my experience.
First a bit of clarification about my personal philosophy in regard to dishes needs to be inserted. Truly I don’t understand where it’s mandated a person has one set of everyday dishes to be used literally every single day, until they’re all broken or scratched to the point the pattern is unrecognizable. Boring!
When I’m preparing for a dinner party of four people, it’s quite likely I’ll trot down to the Good Will and find a set of four plates for the occasion. Those plates activate a creative response of what I chose for place mats and a center piece. They might even influence what I serve for the meal. A special mood is generated specifically for the coming gathering. My guests never know what to expect as far as the table.
However there comes a time when it’s necessary to do a major clean out in the dish department. So a couple of months ago when I was selecting items to be given back to the Good Will, I discovered two cream pitchers which I had forgotten about and obviously wasn’t using. So I set them out on the table to be packed.
Then the Flying Finger of Fate intervened. The next morning I wanted to mix milk and cream together and add some flavoring for a coffee treat. Hey I needed a little pitcher. Bingo, there was not only one, but two sitting on the dining room table. Immediately I loved the extra touch of using a cream pitcher. I was hooked. Now my mornings feel less mundane with merely this tiny shift. In fact it’s almost as good as getting extra shot of caffeine. I said, almost. Give it a try and see if you don’t feel like your coffee came on a room service tray.