A silver sauce boat which I recently bought at auction in the US arrived this morning. It really had my name all over it - or at least the principal initials that I use, so it seemed destined to end up with the pile of silverware which isn't getting quite the use it once did, and indeed should again.
I now have three sauce boats, one in ironstone with a gilded dolphin handle, (which is part of a large service at my parent's house; the other piece of that service is the centrepiece of my dining table here). And the other silver carriage in the gravy train is an Art Deco jug, which was a wedding present to my parents and which my mother offered to me shortly before she died ten years ago. I used it for gravy, but I think it was really intended for cream, or something pudding-related.
This morning's arrival came in substantial packaging, which I suppose caters for the better safe than sorry m.o., but it did mean it attracted Customs, and therefore duty of 20%, (another little gravy train for the operators of that enterprise).