Recipe Items — Page 16

A simple stump. Nothing stumping about it.

Serving Looks!

Sunshine that stays, even when skies forget.

Built for holding things up. Occasionally, hopes.

This board is just swell.

The seat of choice for contemplative frogs.

Soft and conforming with a supportive mycelium structure.

Brings the charm of the bog indoors.

May attract frogs. Take that as you will.

Drips on humid days. It's part of the aesthetic.

Fully committed to misleading travelers.

A table so alive it might host its own guests.

Ideal for late-night reading or quiet existential sporing.

A golden egg wash crust with a sweet fluffy middle.

Give your food that flame-laced taste.

This is an enormous post with two festive banners sized for outside use only.

This is an enormous post with two festive banners sized for outside use only.

A necessity for a proper cuppa.

Heavy with the assumption it will not be moved again.

How many can you light before it becomes a fire hazard?

How many can you light before it becomes a fire hazard?

Waterproof, windproof, but NOT bulletproof.

Has watched generations agree that some things should stay hidden.

Roots underfoot, as nature intended.

The pride of the counter—and the cause of its clutter.

Display your tea-rrific collection!

The perfect perch for a wink over the rim of a teacup.

Witness to countless spilled secrets and a few spilled teas.

An unspoken agreement to sit longer than planned.

Pairs best with scones and unsolicited life advice.

An invitation to sit down and stay awhile.

The less you open it, the happier everyone stays.

For those who kept faith with The Cultivated Bond.

For those who served The Portion in a time of need.

For those who found mercy at The Soft Edge of the blade.

The fish is a metaphor and Tuesday is well... just Tuesday.

The fish is a metaphor and Tuesday is well... just Tuesday.

The fish is a metaphor and Tuesday is well... just Tuesday.

A still life plus one amphibian.

A still life plus one amphibian.

A still life plus one amphibian.

For those who dug deep into The Turned Earth.

For those who kept their eyes on The Long Horizon.

For those who found their way through The Overgrowth.

For those who plumbed The Waters Beneath and returned to the surface.

For the privileged few who signed The Lease.

For those who carried The Lit Lamp through the darkness.

For those who stood by The Clean Slate when things got messy.

An homage to Post-Impressionism and the thing in the sky that might eat us all.

An homage to Post-Impressionism and the thing in the sky that might eat us all.

An homage to Post-Impressionism and the thing in the sky that might eat us all.

Grins wider with every pour; suspiciously supportive.

Turns every handwash into a biblical flood.

Holds everything except your life together.

Someone once hung a coat here and never came back for it.

Slightly raised, highly praised.

Makes everything you set on it look photogenic.

A handy box to keep all those whatchamacallits organized in one place.

A proud lineage of misplaced screwdrivers and forgotten keys.

Ignore at your own risk.