Crockery

I bought some bowls and plates from banjara market a while back but I read something online about how they might have a high lead content which makes them unsafe to eat in. Anyone here with experience eating in crockery from the market please let me know 😅

I’ll keep this short and sweet.

I have a roommate who is absolutely filthy, if I don’t clean up after her it doesn’t get done etc...

The other day I was washing up her dirty plates and such and she commented that I do not make the glasses sparkle like her mother does.

She’s 5ft3 & I’m 6ft6, so I’ve put all her plates, cups, glasses and cutlery on the top most shelf of a cupboard with no countertop under it and I’ve locked the kitchen chairs up in the shed.

She can have them back in a day or two.

DO NOT insult my cleaning.

It's been 5 months and my husband, who was convinced it was a bad idea, hasn't unpacked a single thing. There are 2 adults in our small home, why is it necessary to have 6 plates, 6 side plates, 6 saucers, 6 mugs, 2 cups, 8 glasses, and 6 wine glasses. Why is there societal pressure to have so much stuff. Friends hardly visit for a sit down meal. Snack platters and drinks usually cover our hosting needs. 12 butter knives! You don't need more than one to make sandwiches for two people.

I left out two of the stuff we use regularly: plate, knife, fork, bowl spoon, mug and teaspoon. We don't have piles of dirty dishes in the sink anymore! The cupboards are not cluttered. I love it!

So I live with this guy who, while occasionally fun to live with, has a tendency to eat leftovers, drink my beer, take my toothpaste (fuck knows what he’s doing with it, eating it?), drop cigarette butts everywhere and never, ever clean the pots after cooking. As a person who enjoys cooking, this is a crime. The quickest he’s ever done it is 3 hours, the longest is 7+ days, and the rough average is 4 days.

We’ve all tried addressing this with him but it doesn’t seem to register, and I’ve found getting frustrated only ever affects me.

After a particular frustrating week (I’ve not only been made redundant but have just had my car break down) I came down to cook and discovered he’d used every pan we own, leaving them all dotted around the kitchen with noodles and tinned tuna stuck to them. Through the haze of desperation, I noticed the oven was on with his pizza toasting within (note the choice pertained to the fact he would have to wash up in order to cook anything else). Cheese was unmelted, crusts unburnished. So you can believe I turned that motherfucker down to 60 degrees.

45 minutes later and he was still making trips to the kitchen bemoaning his ‘shitty pizza that wouldn’t cook’. Since then I’ve turned down the hob when he’s been cooking pasta or vegetables, and putting the oven on low for his jacket potatoes and ready meals. If he actually spent time in the kitchen beyond encrusting our dinnerware I wouldn’t get an opportunity but hell, A Place in the Sun isn’t going to watch itself.

Enjoy shitty dinners, pal.

Hi just curious if anyone has any experience aging puer tea in glass crockery? Fwiw I live in Japan and we get decent RH all year round.

Feeling of desolation when you completely unload the first shelf of the dishwasher and put everything away, only to discover on examining the second shelf that everything is dirty, it hasn't been on, and now you have to find all the stuff you just put away again. And then when you put it back on there's no clean bowls for breakfast or spoons. Eat muesli out of a pan with wooden spoon. Watching the rain.

[Inside the womb of a camel’s hump]
[grows a bloodied miracle.]
[A small small child]
[is birthed out into the blue desert night
and a dead beast is the first to cry.]

[An ultraviolet conspiracy weeps]
[through your white bathroom tiles]
[while your swallowing the cistern,
exchanging guts.]

[Piecemeal at the ten cent diner.]
[Your carabiner clipped onto a single pea pod.]
[Cotton cutlery and prison plates.]
[Staring at the wall.
and they tell you your climbing.]

[Heart in the sand]
[and nobody’s hand is reaching out
to you.]

Hi all,

My grandparents passed away a couple of years ago and these items were things that were left to me but they've just been sat in storage since I have no space for them. I've done some searching but I'm still stumped on what some of these brands are.

I'm debating getting an antique dealer up or just giving them to charity at the moment so any information at all would be helpful.

Here is the link to the pictures: https://imgur.com/a/czItxx9 (hopefully it works, I rarely use imgur)

Posting for a loved one who is making a 1:6 scale doll house project.

We need to fill the fridge, the kitchen racks etc with miniature items like cereal packs, ketchup bottle, ladles, cutlery etc, even crockery.

Before we make all of this we want to check out options.

What are some of the online places to find such items Thanks in advance.

I have a specific bowl/ plate /cup / fork & spoon i must use when I eat, if i can’t use it i will be very upset and not want to eat, wondering if anyone else is the same?

i seem to be doing this since many years ago but only realised it recently...

(40M)

I have 1 small problem with my 4 children (aged between 12-18). They never wash their own cups & plates. They'd use it for the smallest purposes, to eat toast or even drink a small glass of water for example, but they'd not wash it at all. My wife and I told them about this already and the sink would actually be clean for a few days before it becomes dirty again. They just won't listen.

So I made my own solution to this. I decided to label one plate and cup to their own user by their name on the bottom. That way, I'd know who didn't wash up after themselves and it limits the amount of crockery. I thought it was a great idea and decided to implement it.

My plan only lasted a couple of hours. This afternoon, my wife found the dishes all lined up neatly in the dish holder and she asked me what on earth have I done. I told her why I labelled them and she wasn't happy. She said that it wasn't a great idea and that I should have discussed this with her beforehand. I didn't really argue my case because I felt that I was in the wrong.

It may not be that much of a big deal, but it's something that lingers in my head and I just want to know if I'm the asshole or not.

I have some matching plates/small plates/bowls and a load of random mugs to give away- anyone want any or know someone who might before they get chucked?

Ok, so, let's set the way-back machine to the late '90s. The ex and I had just moved into a new apartment, I was making ok money...not "let's go out and eat every weekend" money, but "we can pay our bills and have a little left over" money, and the third kid was still as-yet-unheard-of. Her myriad health problems were still in their infancy, and our marriage was chugging along like a badly-tuned old VW Beetle. Now, one of the issues with our marriage was money. Don't let those old songs fool you; living on love sucks. It is a lot easier when you can afford to pay your bills AND afford some of the nicer things in life, as opposed to paying your bills and having $20 left over. The place that I worked at was about a hour or so away, give or take, depending on traffic. I was hourly, so I knew that if I missed work I was getting a smaller paycheck. (later on, I had worked it out, to the minute, of how much time I could miss and still pay the bills...hint: it wasn't much)

I was at work one day, when I got The Call: "I need you to come home!"

Now, for most of us, receiving that call (or making that call) usually means that something catastrophic has happened, like the car broke down, one of the kids got injured, the police are at the door, the house is on fire... you know, something that required immediate attention. So, being that it was about 3 in the afternoon, I asked her what the issue was.

Her reply: "The casserole dish exploded, and there is broken glass, butter, and milk EVERYWHERE!!!"

Now, at this point, I am thinking that the exploding dish took out one of the kids, someone is hurt, ambulance is on its way...something like that. So, I asked her if everyone was OK. She told me that everyone was fine, no one was hurt, but she still needed me to come home. So I asked her, if no one was hurt, why she needed me to come home.

Her reply: ""The casserole dish exploded, and there is broken glass, butter, and milk EVERYWHERE!!!" (not a typo, she literally said it twice in the same conversation)

Again, not understanding why she needed me to come home, I press the issue. She then told me that she needed me to come home to clean up the mess. I then asked her to repeat herself, because I did not, quite, believe what I was hearing. She repeated herself. I then asked her if she had lost her mind, and asked why she did not just clean it up.

Her reply: "I...just...CAN'T! I'm panicking here...there's broken glass all over the kitchen, I'm worried that the

My girlfriend was looking at Dutch Ovens and the cheapest she found were at minimum 50 bucks, but most quality ones were in the 200-300 range.

If yes where.

She feels the need to nag me and give unsolicited advice about every detail of my life (what little I’m willing to share anyway - she’s like a dog with a bone who asks question after question and doesn’t understand that after talking to people the whole day at work, I DO NOT want to talk anymore at home).

Lately, she’s been hounding me for money because she wants to do some house maintenance. I’ve been in the workforce for a shorter amount of time than she has been and I know that she has plenty of money in her accounts, so I don’t understand why she’s trying to squeeze a dried lemon for juice except for the fact that she feels like I “owe” her for raising me all these years of my life.

Let me be clear, I pay rent. But to her, that’s not what she really wants. Back in “her day” in the “motherland”, she handed her whole pay packet to her mother. Woman, this isn’t communist China and there’s no way any modern Chinese daughter is THAT filial nowadays. It’s like she had children so she could milk them for money in her middle age and beyond.

I’m saving to move out so I have to I don’t have to put up with this abuse from her. It’s really stressful to live with her and it’s gotten to the point where I’m envisioning myself leaving home and never being in contact with her again. Not even for the funeral. There’s a lot of deep seated issues I have with her and she knows them because I’ve expressed my feelings about her abilities as a mother and she knows that she was wrong but makes excuses for her behaviour and doesn’t try to change and be more respectful towards her kids even though she’s demanding respect from us whilst been outrageously disrespectful to us at the same time.

My sister has moved to abroad to work and hasn’t had to deal with the stress of living with her this year, but I’m still scraping up my savings to move out. Any tips from those who’ve successfully left their toxic parents?

Whenever my family buys crockery my mum has insisted that we soak them before using them the first time. She said it's to make them less prone to chipping and that her own mum did it and instilled this habit in her. I googled it the other week and found absolutely nothing about it. Not even as an urban myth. Maybe my google-fu failed me but I'm starting to suspect this is just a weird family tradition that is unique to us. So UK redditers - do you soak your crockery before you use it for the first time and if so, why?