I recently found myself shopping from a friend’s wedding registry.
Specifically, for some fabulously multi-colored Fiestaware.
All those happy, bright, saturated colors of joy!
It was hard to not fill my cart with a bunch of “extras” to stowaway in my cupboards.
And oh did my heart ever pitter patter when I found out that Le Creuset now carries a line of dishes!!!
12 of each please!
This is where I get neurotic on y’all.
Ready for it?
I can’t eat off of colored plates.
Okay, maybe not that I can’t as in I would die…but…
I’m a super visual person. They say I have an “eye” for color. It’s a good trait. But a bad one too.
I remember once in college picking up some Chinese food and heading to a friend’s house.
Upon where she pulled out a gorgeous deep cherry red plate and proceeded to scoop orange chicken onto it for me.
The red mixed with the orange saucyness…vile. Just downright vile.
It made my stomach churn.
I realize as I type this, how ridiculous and non-sensical this whole thing sounds, but I’m telling you, it looked disgusting. In fact, I’m pretty sure they teach you not to mix clashing colors at cooking schools. I’m actually being totally serious. (Yet too lazy to Google if for you.)
I tried searching for images of “red food on red plate” and I couldn’t come up with much, but with all due respect to whoever cooked this meal…while Im sure it tasted delicious, there’s no way I could eat it.
Well, I’d have to kinda keep looking ahead and only look down at my plate just long enough to stab the food with my fork. The colors just clash into a gross mess.
Remember our St. Patty’s Day morning? Green pancakes on a green plate on a green tablecloth.
It’s not so much that I can’t eat anything off of colored plates…but that the colors can’t clash.
See, this would be fine. It actually makes me want to eat little cherry tomatoes in its happy little aqua bowl. To be honest, they actually look extra yummy.
Because the colors work together…not against each other.
Owning something like Fiestaware, I’d have to be really specific about which plates I used depending on the meal. Maybe even washing dirty plates to make it work.
And I just really don’t have time for that kind of thing.
So, what then DO I prefer to eat off of?
White. White. White.
First of all, because it just looks so clean and fresh and timeless.
Food won’t ever look gross on it. No clashing issues. I can eat in peace.
There’s also the added bonus that if somehow these dishes manage to last until my kids are adults, I don’t have to own up to the fact that they’re 30 years old.
You remember those beige plates with the country blue bows and hearts on them?
You know, the ones that matched the geese wearing little country blue bonnets?
Yeah. You know. You totally know. And I bet you can tell me exactly what years those were from.
(Not knocking it…they were super cute at the time…but they definately date things.)
My white dishes? Could be from 1940 for all anyone knows. Or 2012. Or 2145. They’ll always work.
You know what makes me salivate more than those rainbow hued displays in Macy’s of Fiestaware?
I kinda gasped even as I went looking for this picture on the Potterybarn website.
Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen the simplicity of these white on white on white dishes…I still lovey love love them.
Perfection, my friends. Absolute perfection.
(In case you are wondering, my plates are not the PB version…they’re by Corelle…but sadly, I think they are out of production now. Boo.)
(Image sources can be found by clicking on the pic. Unless I took them. Then they won’t take you anywhere.)
Do you have weird issues with dishware? Or am I the only one that’s crazy?