For decades, I had the same forks, supplemented by forks from my childhood. When I went to LaGrange when my folks were living, I had my favorite utensils and I knew just where to find them in the drawer. Some of them had a history that was passed along to me – like the tiny ice cream spoons they used when you had to make your own. And the iced tea spoons and the forks with engravings. They were so “always there” they could have been the basis for a universal philosophy.
After living with my grandkids, I have very few forks. Where do they go? I don’t know. I gathered up a platter loaded with knives and announced that for each knife, there should be at least two forks and two spoons. Some of the sets started out with two teaspoons and a soup spoon for every knife, as well. So what is happening.
I don’t think this is the first time I have posted about my silverware problem. I think the spoon shortage was the first hint that something was very wrong.
I am not happy about this; how can so much silverware disappear? Who throws silverware away? Well, obviously, it is happening here. I am beginning to feel as if I should take a hint from gulag life and carry a wooden spoon in my boot.
When I have a missing spoon or fork I like to think it is off on an adventure. Out there in the world spooning with an illicit lover, forking the lawn of a famous person or maybe delving into the worlds of archaeology in a child’s sandbox. It’s all good. But what is most disturbing is finding that spoon or fork mangled in the garbage disposal. What to do? It is still serviceable but now it has a marred surface and pits along the edges where the teeth of the disposal gnawed on it in an attempt to send it to the bowels of the sewer system. Do I toss it and just live with the knowledge that I willingly shorted myself a piece of the set? Do I donate it to the sandbox to keep company with the ones vacationing there? Or do I just keep it in the drawer and pull it out as a last resort when company comes and we need that one last piece. It would be easier if it were just gone and I could think the best for it.
Yes, the struggles and decision of life are hard.
Why do you think that you were gifted with a titanium spork? It was to assure your survival amongst the barbarians.
Random thought: Are sporks the bisexuals of the cutlery world?
My first response to this question was a grinning AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH, But then I started thinking, pondering, wondering about this theory. And I started giggling. Now the question is: Do I involve Summer in speculation about the this? I can see us initiating an investigation of silverware and those forks and spoons of differing size, shape, and dare I mention it – number and size of tines.
Do you realize you may have developed a theory that will one day be in academic textbooks?