ALL ABOUT LIFE BEYOND KINDERGARTEN! Kindergarten is the basic building block for all future learning. It is true that everything you need to know in life was really learned in Kindergarten. The trick is to remember what you learned when you were five or six. What you liked then will most likely be something you will like now. So be true to yourself and who you really are and who you will really be. Look back and you just may find your true self! Yes…this blog is about a variety of topics…because we are all a smorgasbord of thoughts and ideas.
I have a problem. Some people might even call it an addiction. No, no… nothing illegal. My mother taught me to be a good girl. Sure was a long time ago. However, sometimes I can’t pass up a good Margarita…especially at Joe T’s in Fort Worth. Look it up…you might visit Texas one day. But, that is not my problem.
My problem is forks. Not long forks. Not tiny forks that you might use for shrimp cocktail. Shrimp are not a personal friend of mine, but I know about the forks. I guess that I am right on that. My problem deals with short forks that are really made for salads or desserts. Well…I am not sure about that, but I think that I sort of have the correct use. I don’t know a lot of fork facts. I am crazy about short forks for every meal. They work better. I’ve known this for years. Does anyone else realize the culinary delight of eating with a short fork? Probably not. As with all addictions, I really can’t worry about my problem. I have to personally own the problem.
However, the problem is bigger. Much bigger. I am not certain how many sets or partial sets or pieces of silverware I own. I am not even certain where they are located. I vaguely recall seeing a spoon and a fork in my desk at school. I had that desk three schools ago. Don’t get upset about germs… they were clean and inside a rather large size baggie. I don’t think that I packed them. I get in such a hurry when school is almost out and we pack our personal items. I worry. Was it a short fork in my desk? Of course it was a short fork. Horrors! What if it ended up with some teacher without a short fork appreciation?
I imagine that this he or she teacher threw the short fork away with the old markers and crayons. Makes me cringe. Now I have to confess the most disturbing short fork loss. Worse than the marker and crayon garbage. About ten years ago, I fell in love with a set of silverware at Ross Dress For Less. If you don’t shop there, don’t be confused. At the back of the store, they have shelf after shelf of household items, kitchen items, etc. Most every item is totally cool in my mind. This particular set of silverware is simple with smooth lines. It caught my eye immediately. I had no need for it at all. The short forks were particularly special. Just right, in fact.
Just so special and so just right, that other people in my family or perhaps friends have used the short forks. It is true. They have lost them. I am so sad to report this situation, but there is only ONE short fork left in the set. ONE! This is pitiful. They are not in any drawer at all. I am going to make it one of my main priorities this summer to find some of those short forks. I have even looked at multiple Ross Dress for Less locations. They all have silverware, but nothing like my special set. I have looked them up online. Nothing.
The problem is beginning to cause problems for me. Tonight, I decided to have an individual mini Buttermilk Pie that I bought at a pie store. I was just going to eat one half of the pie. Truly. However, the ONE short fork was in the dishwasher. I think my husband used it for his mini pie last night. I was just too anxious for the pie and settled for a short spoon. A forkless Buttermilk Pie. Shameful. So upset that I ate every bite.