|red velvet (Kelsey baked)|
One year in elementary school, Kelsey won 7 desserts at the Eastlake cakewalk during the Harvest Festival. She was a very excellent cakewalker. And no, it wasn’t rigged. I was in no way involved in this event, nor was my mother. Kelsey was simply adorable in a pink fairy costume with glittery wings bigger than she. Not that this had anything to do with her luck or her winnings. She was literally on the right number at the right time. Just good, clean living.
I’m thinking of having a cakewalk at the next Munger Place porch party. Only, instead of desserts, I’m going to offer up bowls and plates. We have enough dishes to cater a White House function. Would politicians and heads of state appreciate ( or understand) the humor in my vintage Johnson Brothers Autumn Monarch turkey transfer ware, which would be perfect for any such affair?
We are suckers for dishes. Christmas Spode, New Years dessert plates, butterfly salad plates, Fiesta bowls, plain old white Ironstone, plastic Target Halloween platters with skulls and crossbones, divorce Mikasa Blue Lapis china, hand crafted pottery bowls, deviled egg plates, and priceless homemade handprint plates made by the kids once upon a time – around the same time as that historical cakewalk.
I hate to see a sad, abandoned dish at a yard sale. We bought a random plate yesterday.
|a small random sampling|
So, I’m thinking a plate walk to the tune of some good classic country after a few bottles of wine? I’d be happy to include a cupcake with each. Seriously. Don’t be late.
The Ragtime Dance, “Scott Joplin”
Tennessee Waltz, “Patti Page”