I grew up in the Baby Boom years. As my parents ascended from alive chic to average class, I noticed (even as a child) that there were things they acquired that were generally not meant to be used. They had “fancy” dishes that alone saw the ablaze of day at Thanksgiving, table linens too aboriginal to anytime be served on, and apartment that were accounted acceptable alone aback we had aggregation (even admitting we rarely had any).
Years later, as I began to anatomy my own household, I was bent that my home would be the affectionate of abode breadth bodies could put their anxiety up and put a bottle bottomward — and that I wouldn’t buy annihilation if it seemed too delicate. I additionally absitively I wouldn’t be the affectionate of being who calm things, but as it angry out, I apparent my bendable atom — for a assertive simple but athletic French Pottery.
This rustic ceramics is referred to by several names: Poterie en Grès (sandstone), Terre-Cuit (cooked earth), salt-glazed pottery, or Berrichon Pottery, as it comes from that celebrated arena in the Loire Valley, breadth it has been bogus for over a century, and until recently, by a close alleged Poterie Renault. This family-run branch has fabricated its rustic salt-glazed ceramics for bristles ancestors — a tabletop classic, assuming up in restaurants and homes all over France. Until 2016, aback they appear their closure. I acquainted 18-carat ache aback I heard they were closing because their ceramics was a criterion to so abounding admirable adventures over three decades, but I’m additionally animated for the pieces I accept to bethink them by.
The aboriginal allotment I acquired was appropriate afterwards a cruise to Paris in 1991. Anniversary morning as I wandered abandoned to a altered breakfast spot, I’d ask for a café au lait. Frequently, the aide would bear my espresso in a small, athletic amber basin with a baby bullpen of balmy milk on the side. And again I begin one aloof like it, in a Parisian kitchen store: accessible to anchor because of its sandy, salt-glazed exterior, and blubbery abundant to accumulate the coffee warm. It may never win a adorableness contest, but it feels so adorable in the hand. To this day, this basin is in my most-handy kitchen chiffonier for common use.
The abutting acquirement came a year afterwards aback my now-husband, Bob, entered my life, and we hatched a plan to go to Paris on holiday. We backward at an bargain and bizarre auberge beyond Notre Dame on the Left Bank, consistently acquaintance the close touristy breadth adjacent referred to as Little Greece. Stopping at the aboriginal abode with a bargain French menu, we were escorted admiral to a cozy, awash room, and an absolutely forgettable meal, but aback the frites were brought to the table, I point out to Bob that they were in a basin that appeared to be the aforementioned ceramics as my café basin aback home. I’ll accept I’ve never absolutely fabricated frites, but aback the casual bag of arctic chips comes into our abode today, we consistently ability for this basin to serve them.
On addition cruise some years later, we dined at Chez Paul, a active boite in the 11th Arrondisement breadth we tucked in to Pot au Feu and some of the abode red. Abode wines in France are generally absolutely acceptable and served in a bullpen — busy with grapes or in the appearance of a wine barrel. Our Pichet de Côtes du Rhône is delivered to the table in a athletic Berrichon workhorse. Accessible to grip, accessible to pour, and not the atomic bit acceptable to be bumped off the baby table acknowledgment to its beeline abandon and collapsed bottom. It ability accept been the exciting afterglow of the active bistrot, or the abode wine alive its magic, but this is aback I absolutely alpha to abatement in adulation with this pottery.
We started to attending for these jars and argosy at every aged boutique or brocantes (second-hand goods) or vide grenier (yard sale) we came across. We begin a bullpen in the exact admeasurement and brought it home, and aback it isn’t bushing baptize glasses at the table, it is anchored abutting to the stove, consistently full, so I can bound attenuate a sauce, stop a scorch, or re-fill the pan breadth I’m bleared some vegetables.
In our many, abounding years of visiting France, the jar we accept encountered the best is the baby crock. The aboriginal time we saw one was at the allegorical spot, Chez Denise, one of the few restaurants that dates aback to aback Les Halles was the aliment bazaar in Paris and Emile Zola dubbed it “the abdomen of the beast”. In any restaurant in France if you adjustment a rillette or pâté or any of the added abundant dishes that French folk anticipate requires the accessory of a baby pickle, this nice little Berrichon basin of cornichons (dilled gherkins) will be alone at the table with a brace of board tongs for fishing them out.
Over the years our accumulating has developed to accommodate several jars in this admeasurement and larger, as able-bodied as added pitchers, crocks, and some agitating straight-sided bowls. Bought both new and used, I bethink vividly breadth anniversary of these pieces came from and I acutely adore application every one of them. It is arresting to me that in 30 years of near-daily use, not a distinct allotment has anytime broken.
One day, I trust, the communicable will canyon and we will be able to go back. Ideally, with a aircraft alembic lined up for the acknowledgment trip. In fact, there is a three-foot alpine Berrichon agriculturalist that I spotted abounding of flowers in a diminutive Burgundian village. I’m assertive it would be absolute in my garden.
This adventure was originally appear on Food52.com: The French Ceramics I’ve Spent 30 Years Collecting
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