Many, many years ago when I was much younger and we had no children, Big Daddy and I moved into our first apartment. I had never felt so grown up. Some of his family made the trip down to our new place and his Mom brought us a casserole inside a Pyrex dish.
It had been Big Daddy’s Grandmother’s (another woman of great economy, like my own Grandmother who surprised me with bursts of beautiful frivolity in her home).
I reach for this baking dish often. Even though I have dishes that are bigger, more expensive or prettier. It’s cooked run of the mill week night suppers and special occasion dishes. And, truthfully, I think it’s beautiful. The perfect shade of pink.
I think Big Daddy’s Grandma, who scrimped and saved and reused, would like that this dish has enjoyed such a long life. First at her house and then at the house of my mother-in-law and now in mine.
Did you know you can find out more about your vintage pyrex? I found a really neat website and found out that this pattern is called Pink Daisy.