Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Fork that!

Remember when I mentioned that forks were missing from my kitchen? (if you don't, go ahead and read the post, I'll wait)

This weekend, I was cleaning my kitchen (because my dad is coming to visit in a week or so and I would hate for him to see it in it's present state) and I open up one of the two every-utensil-known-to-womankind that I have, putting away a spatula or something and after I battle the drawer open*, I was shuffling around some wooden spoons and I reached into the back of the drawer in a vain attempt at rearrange it all and what to my wondering fingers did I feel? A fork. I pulled the drawer all the way out and found five forks and one spoon.

How did they make it approximately 8 feet across the kitchen and into the back of another drawer? And what was the spoon doing with them, running some kind of underground railroad for forks? And where were they going? Am I really treated my flatware so badly? Is this a critique of my cooking? What the fork?



* Our kitchen was designed by and for someone who doesn't cook much - I happen to cook a lot and have many utensils and they don't always fit into the drawers.

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