The “huge moving sale, everything goes!” on the west side of
town this morning…wasn’t. Oh, I'm not disputing that the guy is moving. And what
I saw might actually have been his idea of “everything.”
Huge, it was not.
Oh well.
But the estate sale not far from my house was much better.
(Whew.) The lady the sale was for is 93 and moving in with her daughter. She
was a wood carver and also did that Norwegian style of painting called rosemåling,
which I admire but have never wanted to collect. There was a large free
standing wooden cabinet with painted doors that I could have fallen in love
with though, if 1) I had room for it and b) it had not been $150.
Fortunately
there were some things more in my price range.
It seemed that she had a special love for carving wooden
Santas, and they were flying out the door. One lady showed me the adorable one
she was getting of Santa carrying a little Noah’s ark and holding up a red
umbrella. We stood there and chuckled at it. I didn’t get a Santa, but I did
select this fun snowman.
I love his twig arms, though they may need replacing from
time to time. But twigs should not be that hard to come by.
I picked up some tomato cages (which look exactly like every
other metal tomato cage you’ve ever seen). This time of year I need something
to remind me that winter will not last forever. I also got this piece of yard
art,
and a little metal chickadee like the ones I always admire
at garden shows.
This kitty plate is tiny, but I think it will be just right
to hold a tea bag. On the bottom it says it was made in Thailand, so even
though it's a black kitty, it must be a Siamese cat, right?
So, a fun morning though a short outing. But last Saturday Judy
and KK and I went to a couple of sales, and I had one really great score.
The backstory starts about 4 years ago, when KK found a
large round electric griddle at an estate sale. She gambled four bucks on it,
hoping it still worked, and when she got it home and researched found it's actually
a crepe griddle. For making the big crepes like you get in a crepe restaurant. I
was suitably jealous (especially when she would tell me of some fabulous crepes
they had for dinner) and told her the next one we saw had to be mine.
So imagine the thrill when she emerged from the basement of
the house we were in clutching an identical crepe griddle! She handed it over
with a grin as I wept in delight. (Well, almost.) I did have the presence of
mind to plug the thing in to make sure it would heat up. My heart would have
been broken if it hadn’t worked, but hooray, it did.
Ironically, both griddles came from estate sales run by the
same company.
I have been in crepe making heaven! Lunches, dinners,
desserts. Okay, yes, breakfast too. I keep a container of crepe batter in the
fridge and have been playing French chef with practically every ingredient in
my house. So far they’ve all been good. I don't usually pause to take a
picture, but this dessert crepe that included chocolate ganache, lemon curd, brandied
cherry sauce and some whipped cream was the bomb.
My posse is joining me tomorrow night for a crepe party.
Yum!
Oh my, how fun! My husband’s family called crepes “big pancakes” they were a special breakfast delight when we visited. What is your snowman made of?
ReplyDeleteSnowman is carved of wood, but I don't know what kind. On the bottom it's signed "Cherie '02" so she would have been a mere 75 years old when she carved it!
DeleteThat is actually a lefsa grill. My mom wore out at least three of them in the last 50 years. I have a new one and I use it for lefsa.
ReplyDeleteThe company that (still!) makes them calls it a lefsa or crepe griddle. You'll have to give me a lefsa lesson if you ever are in town!
DeleteYour posts never disappoint. I am so glad you found your griddle. I hope you are doing well and still enjoying your crepes.
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