When we got married we naturally pick out new flatware. I can remember this very clearly because I felt overwhelmed my the hundreds of choices. I do not remember the exact name of the pattern or the type. However, I do remember that we got enough for 20 place settings.
You may be thinking, who needs that much silverware. WE DO! I hate when you load the dishwasher after a family meal and there is no silverware left in the drawer. Someone may need another spoon for their coffee or someone wants a new utensil for dessert. I like to have extra silverware.
On to the story about the spoon.
So approximately 2 years ago there was an accident with one of my 20 teaspoons. It was in the garbage disposal side of the sink when I scraped some plates, ran the water and turned on the garbage disposal. I quickly realized that the food would not be that loud and I turned the garbage disposal off to rescue my spoon.
At this point, I had a choice. I could throw the spoon in the trash or wash it. Thinking of my perfect set of 20 place settings, I threw the tattered spoon into the dishwasher.
I wish over the next two years I would have chronicled the number of times I would quickly open the silverware drawer and pull out a spoon for cereal or ice cream or coffee. I would then walk to my desired location and start eating or drinking. It only took one bite to recognize that it was 'The Spoon.' Back to the kitchen I would go to get a new spoon.
The weird part is that time and time again I made the choice to save the spoon. Each time I went back to the kitchen to exchange 'The Spoon' for a new one, I would put it in the dishwasher.
Well, this week was a big week.
I threw 'The Spoon' in the trash.
I am now the owner of 20 salad forks, 20 dinner forks, 20 knives, and 19 spoons.
