The potted plant

There's only one week left until Thanksgiving.  I always have a house full of people on that day.  I also invite people I know who would normally spend the day alone.  Because my house is not that large, I try to make room for everyone who stops by that day.  It's always wall to wall people and fun.  Up until two years ago, I did it all, fixing an elaborate feast fit for a king or even a vegetarian, like myself.  But two years ago, after some gentle prodding by my friend Scott, I started asking others to bring a covered dish and I would supply the meat (yep, you read right) and non-alcoholic drinks.  It worked out well and took a LOT of pressure off me and the time I spent in the kitchen.

Of course, I still spend a lot of time in the kitchen, and as I was deep cleaning the counter by the sink earlier today, I knew I had to deal with the last of the pineapples I bought a couple of weeks ago that I had yet to cut and core.

I feared this pineapple was past its prime due to the leaves, but once I cut into it, it was sweet and succulent, like any good pineapple should be.  I decided to pot the plant top.  I had good luck growing one a few years ago, but it died when I left it outside too early one May during a freak hard freeze.

I see the apple I so carefully made one year in the late 80s in a class I took on (of all things) clay and calligraphy now sports a broken stem.  As an aside, the class was the only one I have ever taken that related to art of any kind.  I remember we fired the clay right on the pots, then painted the clay when it cooled.  It's the only time I've worked with real clay and I wish I could afford the equipment to make more.  Until then, I'll continue to substitute polymer clay for the real thing.

As for the calligraphy,
everyone who knows me, knows I no longer write or print well.  But apparently, I had a good teacher because that is definitely my handwriting.  Unfortunately, the pot is not very large and my handwriting is.  I was unable to get the word "Elizabeth" on the pot, so the instructor (or someone) suggested I use the word "Liz," which I am NOT FOND OF.  However, it was the best fit. so I used it, but never really used the pot until today.

Obviously the pot will NOT go in my kitchen, which is all white, copper, and cobalt blue, but in my pantry, where my laundry room and microwave are also located.  The pot sits on a copper trivet in the shape of a canning jar filled with apples.

This is Day 23
of AEDM.  Potting a pineapple top may not seem like much, but after I spent the entire day deep cleaning my kitchen, I was simply thrilled I had anything to show.