PIER ONE IS TRYING TO MURDER ME.
I'm working on some research for my Month of Ramen (it WILL HAPPEN, so help me fucking god) and I figured since I'll be showcasing lots and lots of noodle-based recipes, I'd better get a pretty little ramen bowl to photograph them in. It's for the good of the world, and therefore a justifiable expense.
When considering where to purchase such a bowl, my first though was Pier One because...well...it's the only store where the teak love-children of kitschy eastern decor and frilly western sensibilities live. And can be found on sale. THERE IS NOWHERE BETTER.
|I am a yellow noodle bowl. Aren't I lovely? Eat out of me!|
In fact, these little ceramic dishes were such a good deal that I decided to purchase enough to serve all of my frequent dinner guests. Which means two.
Curious about the origins of the fine craftsmanship of the bowl, I flipped it over. Imagine my horror when I discovered:
|Oh, hai. I can haz mention I might be deadly?|
In Pier One's defense, these bowls *were* on clearance...