Mmmm, cheese grits.

Putting stuff on a gift registry is tons of fun. Like turbo-charged window shopping. And then people give you stuff, which is also pretty nice.

Timelies all!

Like most Saturdays when I'm home, I have a cat on my lap. Silly thing tried to steal the spoon out of my cereal bowl. What she wanted with it, I have no idea.

Shiny thing, good for pouncing?

I don't think I could retrain myself to hold the knife still and turn the avocado, but otherwise that video is pretty much my technique. Except I use a curved paring knife, usually.

I am definitely on Team All Forks Are Cake Forks.

I think DH and I need to get married again so we can replenish our silverware supply. We've been slowly losing knives with each apartment move. Also the new Kitchenaid colors are pretty.

Our household needs to re-register just for spoons, partly because Hec has a great repertoire of fabulous stews and chilis and hearty soups (OMG, his vegetarian Italian Wedding Soup is phenomenal) and sometimes the lack of soup spoons is grievous, but also partly because between cereal, coffee, yogurt and ice cream we go through a lot of spoons and some days our entire stash of teaspoons gets used and washed two or three times over. I already run out of metaphorical spoons often enough, it would be lovely to at least always have enough actual spoons.

This morning I was putting away the dishes I washed last night, and the flatware was ALL spoons. We use spoons WAY more than any other utensil. I think we use knives once a week. Because we are classy that way.

ita, you might enjoy Catalog Living, for all your absurd catalog needs (though it's not about the text): [link]

I prefer eating my cake with a spoon.

Most things, really. Anything that is spoon-eatable I will eat that way.

Laundry in progress, deck furniture scrubbed down. If it dries enough, I might even be able to sand it tonight (I do have 220 grit pads, woohoo) which means I could stain tomorrow!

My life is so exciting.

Catalog Living could be my new best friend...good call, bon.

Do you not eat salad, or do you not use utensils for salad?

Mostly column A, but I also wouldn't use different utensils if I did. Why would I want a small fork, or a different fork from dinner (salad for me is the corn on the cob with the meal, which gets its own utensils for a specific reason)? But cake does need a different fork from dinner, clearly.

I have really specific cutlery needs. My mother imprinted her choices on me early, so every set I've bought since then is trying to match most importantly the fork and soup spoon shape of our main two everyday sets.

Yes, when I go home I do stare fondly at them still--my mother has the same dishes and forks for 45 years, but me, I'm on at least my third set of everything. My sister and I have divvied up Mummy's dishes, but I don't know who has dibs on the everyday silverware. I should ask...

Bon--we need to SuperWire soon. My sister is now further ahead in Supernatural than you are (midway through S4, at the end of her second week of indulgence), and she's still mad at me for not being able to take part in Wire chat.

-t--I have two butter warmers that I used a lot more before the microwave, but even now, they're still a more reliably tidy way to heat just the right amount of milk or milk substitute.

My living room is deeply deeply messy, laundry needs to be done, but all I can countenance doing is stuffing a bit of food into my gullet and going back to bed. This week's headaches did not let up. It's a different sort of feeling knowing I absolutely cannot get pain meds early, and the amount of pain meds I get is not related to how much pain I'm in--even though the ER was tiresome and random, there was at least the chance someone would treat my headache until it was gone, as opposed to giving me the exact same dosage no matter how little or much pain I'm in.