Claymates
East Fork colors have become a marker of time: My very first Taro Juice Cup, gifted by a friend as a housewarming gift. A Fiddlehead moment during my first trip to Asheville. A rare Malibu platter found at a Portland Seconds Sale.
I've worked for East Fork coming up on four years. One of the job's many perks is that now my cabinets are overflowing with colorful pots, collected somewhat haphazardly and loosely organized by form. Any time an East Fork package shows up on my doorstep (I work remotely out of the PNW), my husband grumbles. "It's too much!" he says. "It's for work!" I say back, sheepishly, knowing that there very well may be a thing called too much pottery.
Enter: East Fork Enamelware.
Since we started making enamelware, our van is getting a similar East Fork treatment. We've officially replaced all of our old wooden bowls and plates with enamelware in Chive, Robin and the newest colorway Campfire.
Our wooden dishes served us well for a few years. They were quiet on bumpy roads and impossible to chip, but keeping them clean on the road was always a pain. Caring for enamelware, on the other hand, is easy-peasy — wipe it down, let it dry, done. Don't feel like cleaning right away? We can also pop these right in the dishwasher when we get home after a weekend trip. Made from metal coated in powdered glass, enamelware is still hyper durable, and even if it does chip, it stays perfectly food-safe.
But the real magic is in how it feels. These pieces still feel like East Fork — plump, weighty, and deeply satisfying to hold. There’s that certain something, that EF quality you can’t quite name until it’s in your hands. Everyone who’s seen ours wants a set of their own.
Mix and matching colors is welcome here, too. Campfire fits right in with Chive and Robin. A trio of field, forest and sky.
