Dancing with Spoons

Several months ago, I bought measuring spoons made to fit into spice jars.

I promptly lost them somewhere in the house.

Last Sunday I finally bought another set. Good Man and I joked that as soon as I opened the measuring cup/spoon/knife/apple slicer/bottle opener drawer, we’d find the older, never-used set of spoons.

We didn’t.

But today, while trying to rig up some sort of salad tongs from the serving flatware we got as a wedding gift, I found the measuring spoons. Of course the measuring spoons belong with the serving flatware. That makes sense? (I actually remember putting them there. I just don’t remember why.)

Good Man grabbed both sets and started dancing. “But now you can make music!”

Spoonman