I’m not going to pretend to have anything interesting to blog about today. I need to dye my gray roots and put clean sheets on the bed. I need to write a “meaty” seven page synopsis for the new book. I need to de-clutter the office and pick up prescriptions at CVS and return books to the library.
Last Friday, in a burst of getting-in-my-white-truck energy, I went to town. Town (when I head north) is ten minutes away. Town (when I head south, which is what I usually do) is twenty minutes away but with less traffic and easier parking (remember my parking lot fears?) and the beloved/dreaded Wal-Mart. The library, nice consignment store, post office, used bookstore and gas station is 6 minutes south. I live in the country.
Anyway…I headed north. I intended to pick up a check from the not-so-nice-at-times consignment store. And I was looking for two water goblets (which will be explained in another post). I was feeling pretty good–the prednisone for the migraines had kicked in and I was going to spend Saturday and Sunday with my two writing buddies—and the Thrill of the Thrift Shop kicked in big time.
So I bought a trifle dish. Another one.
Okay, I don’t make trifles. But they look nice as salad bowls or with pasta salad, don’t they? Huh? Don’t they?????
Here’s my Pampered Chef trifle dish, a Christmas gift from my mother. I love it. I use it for layered potato salad:
Here’s the one I keep my Easter decorations in during the winter. In the spring, summer and fall they are displayed in an old tin cornucopeia on the hearth (I have never been known for my holiday decorating talents. Just ask my French Friend Janou or Dancing Mandolin Player or my Sister-in-law Nancy).
I’ve always wanted to make a real trifle in a real trifle dish (hey, don’t laugh–we all have our fantasies, weird as they are). But they’re so big and it’s such a commitment and if your company doesn’t eat it all then it looks like garbage in a glass bowl. So when I saw a little trifle bowl/dish I eased it off the shelf and told myself I didn’t need it.
Then I bought it. And here it is. Now I can make a little trifle (for 3 or 4 people).
Happy Ending, right?
Please send recipes.
is there any more pie? 
That’s a great find. Makes me want to hit a consignment store. Please stop me.
Holy crap! I had to “Google” what a “Trifle” was. However, now I want to make one too!!! Cool whip, pudding, berries… how could I go wrong?!? Thanks a lot, Mo’Pie! Now I need a trifle dish 😉
Maybe we’ll start a new Oyster Party tradition! Or, something patriotic for the 4th of July? We’ll have to raid Retired Mountain Lady’s garden for berries. (I’ll bring the flashlights, you bring the buckets).
I like it! I have always wanted to tip toe through her tulips (and Black-Eyed-Susans, Snap-Dragons, Lillies, etc…) by the light of the moon!
Have you ever read THE GIRL WHO CHASED THE MOON by Sarah Addison Allen?
I don’t really want to call that a trifle dish because of the size and because I always make large amounts of everything!!! 😦 But it would be great for a summer Marguerita!!!!! I do have a simply trifle recipe. It is the only one I have ever used and I will share it with you, my friend!!! By the way, even though I have made many trifles, I do no own a trifle dish and have only used a big glass bowl!!!! SO, you now have one more focus in your thrift store travels! If you find a simple classy one for me, buy it and I will make a trifle this summer!
There is one at the lake and you can borrow it any time. I think I was with you–in a thrift shop, where else?–when I bought it. 🙂
P.S. I see them everywhere. They’re almost as common as punch bowls!!!!