I'm convinced my morning coffee wouldn't taste as good anywhere else but from Mr. Busy Bee. Nancy insists her steaks would not be half as tender when cut with any other knife but her fancy French Laguiole “heavy-duty, feeling-great-in-your-hands” Sabatier knives.
My grandfather Willie would agree. He always maintained that the difference between the $5 steak and the $20 steak is the steak knife.
And so we extol the virtues of our favorite tableware. Nancy likes a fork with heft. She turns up her nose at flimsy little salad forks.
“I cannot stand eating with a salad fork, you know, or a dessert fork, a small fork, even if I’m eating salad or dessert,” she says. “So if I’m in a restaurant and I use my big fork, my dinner fork, they look at me like I’ve done something wrong, and I want to say, ‘Hey, I don’t like those little forks.”’
I'm with her there. I like to feel some weight in my hand when I pick up an implement of mass food destruction.
When it comes to spoon, I prefer Asian-style ceramic jobs to the metal variety. Use them for hot soup and you'll never burn your lips. Nancy seems dubious, but I swear it's true.
Surely you have a favorite mug, fork, knife, glass or trough. Let's hear about it. Better yet, post a photo.
"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
– Yogi Berra
