THE Bowl

On my Christmas wish list was a mixing bowl. Not just any mixing bowl, though. I wanted a BIG mixing bowl. And I really love stoneware mixing bowls - the kind that look like they should be sitting on the workbench of a farm house out on the prairie. 

I looked at the different sizes online - and found a 12", 14" and the mother of all mothers, 16". I was really sure I wanted the 16" bowl but it was out of stock. Troy got me the 12" to open on Christmas morning while we waited for the 16 incher to be back in stock.

On Christmas morning when I opened the 12" bowl I realized that I might have underestimated the size of these bowls. The 12" bowl was actually pretty big and I wondered just how big my 16" was going to be.

A few days later I heard a knock on the front door, and when I went to go answer it, I saw a delivery man heading back to his truck. I was so excited! It was here!

Then I opened the door. And found THE HUGEST box.

And what was buried in all those packing peanuts? Well, it was a bowl. 16" in diameter. And deep enough for me to bathe in. It is so huge. I can barely hold it.

It's actually kind of comical. I still walk by it and start giggling at its sheer size. I know I wasn't expecting it to be as deep as it is. I had been thinking that it would be nice and broad across the top and much more shallow. But oh no. It's as deep as it is wide and our family might just move into it. 

Troy and I have both wondered if it's more bowl than we really want. But there are times when I truly want a massive bowl. In fact I have a big metal one in the attic that's hard to get to and not pretty at all and doesn't fit on a kitchen shelf. THIS bowl fits on a shelf. So I'm keeping her. (Name suggestions welcome.) And I'll be letting that other (nameless) one go.