My aunt and uncle gave me this bread plate for Christmas. It belonged to my grandmother.
I love gifts like this. It is so special to have something with a real history and family connection.
I also love that the plate has some dents in it. I wonder how they got there.
I'm not sure where I will put my plate just yet.
But perhaps it will inspire me to actually make some bread, something that I did over Christmas for the first time in probably close to 20 years. (Oh dear, can I be old enough that I was an adult 20 years ago? Good heavens.)