My love for dishware that looks like food started in childhood. Summer Saturdays were spent cruising the streets of Cape Cod with my grandparents in search of yard sales. I learned two things from my yard sale days. The first was how to haggle. My grandfather was a master haggler, and he considered all sticker prices to be opening offers (whether the sticker read $25 or $0.25). The second was that I love dishes that look like food—and if there were any to be found at a yard sale, I had to have them. This was how I wound up bringing home a large platter in the shape of a peapod, a devilled egg dish painted like a hen, and various other yard sale treasures over the years (to my parents’ chagrin).

