Suddenly I spied the perfect container for Layered Salad. I didn't even know it when I first saw it! A glass refrigerator dish was setting forlornly on a wobbly table in the basement. The masking tape tag said it could be mine for 25 cents. I wandered off through the rest of the musty basement looking over tattered Christmas decorations, worn tools, chairs that had seen better days, a scale. And then I came back to the table with the square, lidded dish, almost hidden with office supplies and gift wrappings. Nice. But. I went off to the garage full of gardening equipment, upstairs with furniture being moved out, linens heaved around as people searched for the right size, a sad wheelchair in a closet. Estate sales have their own stories and so did this one. It wasn’t all sad. ... [Read More]