Yesterday, like a good house husband, I was placing the food on the table just as Marga was arriving home, when I had a “I gotta take a picture of this” moment. The light coming in the window and the vibrancy of the colors in the salad made our little chefs come alive.
Although they look exceedingly Mediterranean, we bought these in Asheville, North Carolina, a few years ago. Despite being made of clay, they have survived a couple moves with hardly a nick. In my mind, they are very jovial characters and have strong Italian accents.
We decided early on that we liked the chap with the wine and bread more, so we bestowed upon him the much greater responsibility of holding olive oil. Due to the nature of Spanish cuisine, he gets flipped upside down several times a day. The poultry fellow, containing vinegar, really only sees any action around salads.