I never make home fries without thinking of my Aunt Jane. She made the best home fries and she said it was because she cooked them in butter.












She also taught me the poem that goes with Blue Willow Ware. It’s my favorite pattern of dishes and I own it properly now.


The poem goes:

Two swallows flying high
A little ship sailing by
Two men on a bridge maybe three
Next you see the willow tree.
A Chinese castle there it stands

It must have been built by the king of the land.
A Cherry tree with cherries on.
A fence below to end my song.