Well, I did it. I mocked the crockery gods last night by declaiming my love of flaws, and karma swiftly responded this morning.
This is my brown sugar crock. I’ve had it for five years, and in addition to being beautiful and providing flawless storage for my brown sugar, it represents both the beginning of my cooking journey, and the beginning of my quest to make my home beautiful.
This morning I broke it. I was planning to take it out of my husband’s kitchen and bring it down to my apartment so I could use the brown sugar. I set it on a stool next to a flour bin, and when I picked up the flour bin, it knocked the crock onto the floor. Both the lid and the crock itself are badly cracked.
As I mentioned in the storage crockery post, this item was discontinued by Pfaltzgraff five years ago. I probably should have stocked up on extras (they were even on Ebay until 2015), but I didn’t. And now I can’t find one anywhere on the internet.
I’ve e-mailed Pfaltzgraff, but am not hopeful. Their current business model consists of producing new products for very brief periods all the time, instead of creating pieces that people can come back to for decades. Some companies, I’m glad were bought by conglomerates, because at least they didn’t disappear forever, but Pfaltzgraff tends to be an exception. The quality of their products was lowered so much that I can’t even compare the new stuff to the vintage, made-in-USA pieces that I have. I’ve enjoyed some of my new Pfaltzgraff pieces, but they can no longer be counted on as a stable institution with a stable product line. It’s sad.
I’m probably going to keep my brown sugar crock. It’s still pretty, and I can display it in my kitchen, even if I can’t use it, as a reminder of how far I’ve come and how hard I’ve worked. It served me well and made me smile every time I saw it and handled it.
RIP, little crock.