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- April 27, 2009 by jess
- Weazled by the Wedding Channel
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The first answer to pop in my mind was myself. Because even the rabbit has more designated use than I do at the moment.
But something more fruitless than even myself sits unused in my grand dining room. My formal china.
What was I thinking?
Wait. The fault (of course) is not my own.
A little over 5 years ago, well-meaning relatives tried to ‘prepare’ me for the big switch from my lower middle-class upbringing (read: mismatched, chipped everyday dinnerware) to the fancy lifestyle of an executive’s wife.
I guess the vision was I’d be hostessing fabulous dinner parties and serving ity-bitty French creations cooked by a real chef.
Seriously. Someone should have reminded me to check the century in which I live.
*I* am cook in my house. And while I occasionally bring in rave reviews, I’m most appreciated for my latin cooking. A fare that does not match delicate bone china plates, or fragile tea cups trimmed in platinum, or prissy GRAVY BOATS (do you have any idea how much these things cost?)!
My dining room boasts a colossal cherry masterpiece of a china hutch holding a cache of formal dinnerware (service for 20) and crystal that could very well finance my first year’s tuition of law school.
Again, I ask, what was I thinking?
Someday, I may finally scrape the price stickers off each and every piece of china, scrub those pieces clean, set them on the table with the other pretty things I’ve collected for such an occasion, and host a fairy-tale style tea luncheon. Maybe I’ll even cook a stodgy dinner for my husband's boss.
But since I’d have to rewash every dish by hand...probably not. I’d much rather dine al fresco in my backyard, on dishwashable plates and sip from cheap, conversation-starting wine glasses.

Hand washing is not a problem, because the little lady is convinced the dishwasher is a colossal waste of water and electricity. She washes, I dry and put away, and I must do it quickly, or else I get a rat-tail whip across my ass with the wet corner of a dish towel. Ouchie.