The most exciting event in my week has been the arrival of the cutlery set I ordered online.
I feel very grownup having matching silverware. It’s even got gold detailing which is very posh. It’ll probably come right off the first time in the dishwasher, but still. It’s scientifically proven that eating with heavy cutlery makes the food taste better (references on application), so it’s a major advance for our dining pleasure over the cheap mismatched assortment we had before.
The spoons are a little confusing, though. No soup spoons, which is brave, but instead three different sizes of the more classically shaped spoon.
There’s a daddy spoon, a mummy spoon, and a baby spoon; or perhaps better described as a dessert spoon, and two sizes of teaspoon: too big, and too small. But considering I bought it off trade me brand new at a very good price – you can see from the box where it fell off the back of a lorry – I’m not going to quibble.
My husband is even more feverishly anticipating another kitchen appliance – a sous vide. He’s been hankering after one for years and has finally succumbed to temptation. I think our lack of overseas trips has left cash burning a hole in our pockets as well as boredom to cure.
As I read through the above, I wonder if in fact we have bypassed the “grown up” phase of our lives and moved straight into comfortable late middle age. Next thing you know I’ll be complaining about cyclists and voting National.