I wasn't going to let summer get away without using my "Devilled Eggs" plate. I found it in a rather pleasant antique/junk store, and this is its debut.
The plate — and especially the brown stripe and lettering — suggest to me 1940s or '50s, maybe early '60s. The kind of upscale "country" restaurant with amber crackle-glass candle cups on every table. Red Naugahyde booths. A wagon wheel on one wall. Little brown ceramic pots of highly overspiced cheese product that you can slather on completely ordinary (but seeded!) crackers, two to a cellophane packet, while you sip an adult beverage.
The kids are twitching, waiting for cocktail hour to end.
"Don't eat up all the bread and butter! You'll ruin your appetite."
If you didn't ruin your appetite, maybe you'd be allowed to order the stuffed eggs as an appetizer. Way better than that acrid cheese product.