I wonder how many people would cherish a flatware drawer that had so many styles of table utensils? I wonder what it says about me that I do so cherish it? Utensils from our family and current housemates, past ones too, plasticware we've saved, ugly spoons and forks we've been given by presumably well-intentioned folks... all living comfortably jumbled together, non-judgmentally sharing space.
One of my jobs is to empty the dishwasher. I cannot fit all the utensils into the drawer. But I try. I think it's important, in some way.
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