Welcome to a wonderfully frosty Wednesday. We had snow in the night after two days of icy rain. So less than an inch of snow is now masking a layer of ice. I for one am staying inside all day. Or at least until the ice melts. For now, let’s kick this chilly day off with a morning prompt. Timers set and off we go.
I have no idea where the knives went and that is going to be bothering me for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, January 8th: There was no knife.
There was no knife. I rummaged around in the drawer and still came up with no knife. There were spoons. A lot of spoons. Some metal, some plastic, some made from bamboo. There were two forks in the drawer. I almost missed them at first as they were verging on that combination called a spork, the tines rounded and dull and the base almost deep enough to use with soup. They weren’t quite at the full spork level but on the cutlery evolutionary scape they were but one adaptation away.
‘Odd,’ I thought. I did one last pass through the drawer shifting the multitude of spoons around. Nothing.
I opened a few more drawers. “maybe it is to prevent accidental finger damage,” I mused. I could see that as a reason to store the knives elsewhere. “Especially as there are no dividers.” The drawer with the cutlery had simply been a drawer with no separation for the different utensils. It seemed sensible to put the knives in a different drawer so that for a spoon you didn’t slice open a finger when trying to eat a bowl of cereal.
‘I’m pretty sure that’s why they make the dividers though.’
Still it wasn’t my kitchen and perhaps this worked better for everyone here. There were no knives in the other drawers I checked. I frowned and looked around for a knife block. There wasn’t one sitting on the counter that I could see. A peek into the other cabinets and drawers revealed no hidden knife block either.
“Dishwasher?” I asked myself. I opened the dishwasher and a puff of steam emerged from the top. I nodded to myself. Obviously the knifes had all been used and washed. I waved the steam away and pulled out the lower rack. There were three rubber spatulas and two spoons in the cutlery section. No knives.
“And no real forks either.” There were dishes and pots and pans in the lower rack. I pushed it back into the machine and pulled out the upper rack. There was still a chance a knife could be found. There were only mugs and glasses in the top. I pushed the rack back in and closed the dishwasher.
I took a moment to look over the kitchen wondering if there was anything I missed. I searched every drawer, opened each cupboard and scanned the counters. It was a kitchen with no knives.
‘Not even a butter knife,’ I thought. I looked to the counter and the loaf of bread, cold cuts, mustard jar, and block of cheese I placed there hoping to make a sandwich. I sighed and went back to the cutlery drawer. I took out one of the sporks and two of the metal spoons with long flat handles. I started with the loaf of bread. ‘This is going to be ugly,’ I thought as I picked up the not quite spork.
Ten til Midnight 