Clouds, chalk, pale hydrangeas on a rainy day. A cool, airy, grayish white.
Mushrooms, coffee with cream, cowboy hats. A warm, round, pale brown.
Cinchona, hard spices, scorched earth, red rock cooling in canyon shadow. A stately, burnt, terra cotta.
Toasted oat milk, buttered biscuits, slow dough-rising. A warm, tan-toned, off-white.
Mondrian, Matisse's dancers, the Blue City of Morocco, a brand new ball cap. Ancient, classic, and futuristic. True blue.
Lake pebbles, wet concrete, slate. A medium, clean, classic blue-gray.
Surf wax, salty hair, retro VWs, the sun rising over the Santa Monica Mountains
Tiki drinks, orange groves, suntans, and the sun sinking into the Pacific Ocean.
Grape must, raw amethyst, papal gowns. A confident, grounded, humble purple.
Moonlit lake, beetle shell, wet fir. A dark, frosty, teal.
Opuntia flower, baby chick, banana taffy. A radiant, luminous yellow.
Grass, matcha, baby beech leaves. A fresh, grounding, vegetal green.
Periwinkles, powder blue butterflies, clear summer mornings. A dreamy, milky, atmospheric blue.
Desert rocks, glowing bonfire, dusty sunsets. A soft, rusty, lambent orange.
Lilacs, chalcedony, violet ice cream. A tender, muted, pastel purple.
Sand, palomino, créme caramel. A light, delicate, mellow beige.
Coniferous trees, swiss chard, wet moss. An earthy, bold, forest green.
Campfire crackle, 70s shag carpet, only for the bold
Deep water, blueberries, night sky. A weighty, natural, navy blue.
Rose milk, blush, late summer meadowsweet. A gentle, balmy, velvety pink.
Because I'm still in love with you I want to see you dance again
We make our plate with a slight upward lip for spill-proof serving and easy stacking.
Cake Plate
a piece of tres leches cake,
a few cookies,
a thick slice of buttered sourdough
Side Plate
a turkey sandwich,
a bánh mì,
a slice of lasagna,
tacos al pastor
Dinner Plate
kebabs with rice,
coq au vin over potatoes,
a burger and fries,
a whole 9" round cake
The bowls in this series are wide slung, have a trimmed foot, and nestle nicely within each other.
(to the brim)
Breakfast Bowl
granola with yogurt,
gazpacho,
olives,
cashews
Everyday Bowl
spaghetti alla puttanesca,
daal and rice,
a garden salad,
hummus for a party
Weeknight Serving Bowl
a whole roasted and sliced chicken,
a bag of lemons,
tortilla chips
The bowls in this series of have steeper sides, rounded bottoms, and flat feet.
Bitty Bowl
salt,
tea bags,
dipping sauce,
earrings
Ice Cream Bowl
two scoops of mint chip,
a carton of figs,
tzatziki,
a kitchen sponge
Soup Bowl
butternut squash soup,
lucky charms with milk,
bibimbap
Popcorn Bowl
potato chips,
fully loaded ramen,
pancake batter,
a big green salad for one
Mixing Bowl
bread dough,
birthday cake batter,
one dozen apples,
party-size orzo salad
A couple of years ago, Bill Tonelli, who writes about Italian-American culture, said anchovy juice might change your life. He warned that it’s addictive, too. In 2011, Lidia Bashtianich called it her “magic ingredient” for the summer. And a few years before that, Erica De Mane called colatura an “elegant, stinky syrup,” She also called it “suave.” It may be a cult product in some places today but colatura dates back to ancient Rome. Do you know this stuff? If not, why?
When your bottle arrives, you might pour some in a saucer and mop it up with a hunk of bread. See? Then, drizzle some into the melted butter you put on a grilled steak. Grilled salmon, same treatment? Things just got interesting. Stir a few tablespoons into your aglio e olio before you toss the spaghetti. What just happened? Put it on salads, Vegetables. Anywhere you would want anchovies, a flash of salt, a little something more complex.
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