When I was a bride and hosted my first extended family party, my mother-in-law offered to help clean up – did I want her to “count the silver?” Shocked, annoyed, what an insult! Did she REALLY think a family member would pocket a spoon? (If you’re “in the know,” you see where this is going…)
She hesitantly told me people sometimes throw utensils in the trash. OH.
Yup, people DO toss such things. We’ve fished them out of the garbage bins on several occasions. At this Thanksgiving meal, we ALL hunted for that last unaccounted-for sterling fork. LA Times reporter, Rene, found it tucked behind the toaster.
So, dear readers, that’s the message of this little post: count the sterling. I religiously do. And I count linen napkins, too.
Easter at our home this year was a gaggle of family and friends. Today, the floor is sticky. The stovetop, a ham crime scene. I just found an M&M on the carpet, and ate it. The potluck meal was gi-normous. At the last minute of prep, I decided to use the silver instead of plastic utensils. All accounted for. I hope your holiday weekend was lovely.