They list as “saucer” what’s a mini-plate,
without a rim in which a cup can sit.
I owned a stack of them, and found them great
for whisking vinaigrettes, appropriate
conveyers for my snacks. But stoneware fate
is fall-and-break, or cracks that make them quit.
In two and fifty years I’m down to three.
They cost; I justify. They’re dear to me.