Learning to waste time - a new level

I walked the streets of Chinatown for 2 hours before I found these - crockery I grew up with. They give a whole new meaning to "rustic" - read "rusty". Food evokes memories, and so do kitchenware like these. They are of course very different to another type of kitchenware I like - see those I got from Tuscany.

Now I have to ask my mom for her good old recipes to eat childhood food in these. Maybe it's time to try that Thunder Tea Rice recipe from my dear Hakka friend.

Now, don't ask me where this shop is - it took a while to trace back to where my car was. And I'm sure I cannot find this shop again.