Nostalgic and colourful, these sturdy ironstone salad plates inspired a delightful few days of baking.
I toyed with the idea of making a gingerbread house and even went so far as to bake a gingerbread bundt cake. Nice, but somehow lacked panache.
The houses make you smile. Don’t they look like a child has drawn them? Hmmm. They’re about the level of my cookie decorating skills. Let’s have some fun.
Three days later, a Gingerbread Village Cake had come to life. There’s one thing about all this social distancing; it leaves plenty of scope for time-consuming projects, which have the added benefit of elevating one’s baking skills and jettisoning wandering and impatient thoughts.
The details on the plates are nostalgically captivating; my first car was a red Volkswagen bug. Not quite at the cutting edge in modern conveniences, it lacked both gas gauge and heater. But it was great on gas and would go anywhere regardless of the weather.
The artists got the colours right for the era of VW Bug. That ice-blue was very popular.
Off to Grandma’s House, we go!
The table didn’t need much in the way of extras—some cheerful napkin rings.
A bit of greenery.
Two sets of salt and pepper shakers fit in naturally. Snowy Trees…
… and snowmen.
With dangling red scarves.
And some fun blue tumblers. For big glasses of milk to enjoy with the cake.
Christmas is for kids, big and small.
And snowmen, of course.
And lots and lots of goodies to eat.
Thanks for calling in!