It wasn’t that I was suprized to find that I had adoring fans, but the location of Shoreline as their base was a bit mysterious. I didn’t hear any ticking, so once again against my better judgment (I must have really needed coffee) I sliced open the packaging. I won’t tell you the exact time these events transpired lest you be tempted to judge me for my non-showered state, however, I am glad to say that most of my neighbors were at work and so were spared the eerie groan/howl that escaped from our usually quiet house on Jump Rope Place.
It was indeed the Mexican Wedding Bowl!!!!!!! I distinctly have a fuzzy memory of someone telling me this item was gone forever, shattered beyond recovery. There were a few pieces cracked and missing, but this bowl is fully able to fulfill its primary purpose…
And yes, that means there is an open invitation for my adoring fans. We’ll have a soup dinner served in a "decorative" bowl with ceramic floaties (kind of like the opposite of ice cubes to keep the soup hot). Who could resist a nicely flavored stew specially spiced with the leeching of poisonous paint? Finally, no longer is my cooking to be blamed for inedible dinners… now that is a relief to this newlywed!
