Missing Forks and Other Thoughts as I Clean my Kitchen

I've lost a lot of things throughout my 23 years and 10ish month life, but nothing as peculiar as the missing forks in our house. We received 12 when we got married and in November I noticed I had only been putting a couple away. Now, two months later we have come to the conclusion we just have two forks, two! So we have to wash them between each meal or use a spoon for eating your burrito or something like that, which is do-able, but WHAT HAPPENED TO THE FORKS?! 

As I'm scrubbing the cooked on cheese dip from my crock pot I start to face a real moral struggle about the usage of it lately. On one hand, soaking it for forever to get all those cooked on foods washed away is annoying, yet the thought of using liners bothers me after once reading some post about all of the chemicals and energy and huge carbon footprint it took to break down a plastic spoon and how basically you were a piece of crap for using them instead of just taking the time to wash your spoons. We don't use plastic spoons, but we might plastic forks if we don't find the others soon. 

And I'm truly curious to see what is worse in terms of "being green" and all of that: the amount of water I waste when washing a crock pot or going through all of the liners? Probably the liners. 

And seriously, those forks were part of a set, and they were the expensive knork brand, so how am I just supposed to find 10 knork forks to buy by themselves? And I say again, WHERE DID THEY GO? 

There is something that gives me the heebie-jeebies about washing a cheese grater. I know what it is, it's the very real possibility that I may grate up my fingers. And I did, in case you were wondering.

I have to be careful with my fingers. There is a long history of finger losses in both Josh and I's families, so I should probably be more careful when washing my cheese grater. 

I just washed a cheese grater and a cheesy crock pot. We eat a lot of cheese. If you were wondering how my New Years weight loss goal is going, there is your answer. 

If you happen to see my forks, tell them we miss them and won't scold them too harshly when they return home. 

In His hug, 

Molly