Random: Don't Worry, I Found It

After unpacking most everything that was supposed to be unpacked, I realized I was missing several things: the Ben Siebel celery dish; the Chinese god's golden cat companion; the underplates for my silver lotus bowls; the extra large pink and green bowl I love to use for salad; and most important, the teapot. How was I supposed to make it through winter in Terre Haute without the teapot? This, of course, sent me into a mad frenzy for a secondary teapot. Secondary because I knew the Chinese pot I had bought at the Asian market in OKC with Stephanie for next to nothing, the pot that held the perfect amount of tea, the pot that poured like angels singing was in a box somewhere and would be restored as the primary pot in due time.

So any other pot would be secondary. And had to be different, but still right. I looked at glass pots, retro pots and vintage pots, but sounded like Goldilocks at every turn: "This one is too orange....this one is too tall....the handle on this one doesn't have the right feel...I don't think this one looks good with my hair." Yes, a teapot prima donna of the very worst kind, annoying those around with yet another mad quest.

Luckily for all, the missing box was found and the Heavenly Teapot of Perpetual Happiness was restored to its proper place in the kitchen. Tonight, I am enjoying my favorite wild sweet orange infusion with mesquite honey from the thick-walled peony cups that Jennie and I found on our shopping trip last year as I read the annual Saveur 100 issue. Stop by and I will pour you a cup.