Breaking utensil tradition

 I'm pretty good at knowing which utensil to use and where to place it on the table.  

Let us not forget that I had a whole year (well, really just 9 months) at Stephens College in Columbia, MO.

I have gotten a little loose gear since those days but I graduated from paper napkins to cloth napkins a while back so whatever I lost in the foo-foo table setting, I made up for with those coolio napkins.

So back to utensil choices.

Petey and I eat and enjoy salads.  Sometimes they're sitting along side the dinner plate and sometimes they're in a big bowl because they're the main dish.

As enjoyable as they are I find myself frustrated when the ingredients fall off my fork.  It's not too bad if they land back into the bowl or on the table but often times I find croutons in my lap or on the floor.

Often.

What's easier - scooping salad up with your fork or stabbing every last bit with your fork?  Some things don't pierce well.

For a while now after a fair amount of grumbling while picking items off the floor/lap I've mentioned to Petey that I should probably use a spoon for salad consumption.

The soup spoon - not that other little thing.

Well, I gave it a go the other night and . . . score!

It was the big salad with all kinds of goodies in it and I enjoyed every last soup spoonful. 

I turned to Amazon to check out the sporks.

Nope.  Not gonna do that.  They looked too much like an elementary school cafeteria.

I'll stick with my big girl spoon and try to look like that 
"Stephens Susie" from the 60s.

I appreciate the differences

 I loved our Allegan house.  It had history and character.  I appreciated its age and personality.

When we decided to move we knew our new house would be very, very different and it is.  Boy, howdy, is it.

My "I love this about my new house list" is in no way to mean that I didn't like the fact that the features on the list weren't in Allegan and that's why we left.  No.  We left because it was time.

We have light!  I mean direct light.  That light comes flying through all our windows (at different times of the day, of course) because we don't have big trees around our house.  I miss those old giants but I'm in love with the sunshine.

No stairs here at the Red House.  No more dragging the vacuum up and down steps.  

Two bathrooms!!!  OMG!

An attached garage.  Every single time we drive down our street and hit the opener and watch the door go up, we smile.  Don't have to dash through the rain anymore.

There's this new machine that washes your dishes.  Have you heard of it?  It does a really nice job too.  I thought with just the two of us I wouldn't use it very often.  Turns out . . . not.  I love it.  

Oh and the biggy - CLOSETS! With lights inside!!!!!

And OUTLETS! And LIGHT SWITCHES!

We're only 22 miles from that old house and, yes, I drive by it every time I come into town for my monthly haircut.

I'm so happy that the young couple in it appreciate her.