I’ve been thinking more about the amount of disposable plastic I use. My guilt over grocery bags can be assuaged a little by re-using the things as garbage or clay-storage bags. Yoghurt or ice cream containers can be repurposed to hold leftovers, or glazes, or small glaze batches. But plastic wrap? That’s a bad one. It gets laid over something for a few days, and then it’s tossed out. The solution, I have decided, is a bunch of reusable lids.
There are actually elasticated lids out there, made to fit over many sizes of pots and pans and casserole dishes, but as they are themselves plastic or plastic-incorporating, I feel they only help solve part of the problem. I’d like my lids to be made of something both more durable and less petroleum-byproduct.
And I’m a potter, so my first thought is to make them from clay. But then with shrinkage and warpage in the kiln, the lids are unlikely to fit my pre-existing dishes. So. I have the feeling I may end up making myself some lidded bakeware, and possibly rehoming a few casserole dishes and salad bowls.
Anyway. At some point, post-teacups and probably mid-ohgawdtheproductionitburns, I will be making:
1 pie dish
1 loaf pan
1 casserole dish, tall enough to fit a roast chicken
1 large lid, suitable for putting on top of a frying pan’s worth of leftovers
1 small jug, suitable for holding sauces and dressings and such
And possibly 1 salad bowl
The things to go in the oven will need a groggy clay… probably stoneware. Maybe even the studio reclaim; it’s mostly stoneware and is indeed quite groggy. The rest I can make with whatever lump of whatever I feel like playing with that day.
 There’s a Terry Pratchett quote that goes something like, “When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.” I think of that phrase often.
 At least, I think it’s his. He may well have grabbed it form somewhere else, though; he has a habit of referencing everything he’s ever come across in his life.
 Which is taken from the ground, processed, wrapped in plastic and trucked halfway across a continent before it gets to me, yes, I know. Just because it’s clay and came from the ground doesn’t necessarily make it environmentally friendly. But at least it’ll break down to sand someday, and won’t mess with fish hormones.
 Mid-summer, I mean.