For dinner the other night we ate pasta and a salad. No bread. No side dish. No desert. I was tired. I remember my husband going back into the kitchen to get a knife. "I cannot eat a salad without a knife," he stated as he passed me. I thought this was odd that I never noticed this before; however, strange things like this pop up even after nearly twenty years of marriage.
Let's see if this etiquette class lasts through Saturday's hotdog at the basketball game.