My way is business end down. For the stabby reason and because when they are dry, and ready to be put away, I don't want someone else's mitts (even if they belong to my DH) all over the part I'll put in my mouth.
This is how I do it, Sparky. And, I live alone so what does it mean that I don't even want me touching my own silverware??
I want my silverware to be safely shut in the drawer, possibly with a lock, before it starts breathing.
I live alone so what does it mean that I don't even want me touching my own silverware?
Probably that you lead a vital, interesting life and you take your hands with you on all your adventures. That's my answer when my hubby asks why it's so important I don't touch my own silverware.
The silverware disagreement is one of those where we are so entrenched we will never, ever change. We will be on opposites sides of this one for all our married life. ::sniff::
I was married for 13 years, and we never resolved the "glasses in the cupboard right side up or upside down" issue. He contended they should be upside down, so nothing fell in them. I contended they should be right side up, because the bottom of the cabinet didn't stay all that sanitary. The reality is that we both thought it should be the way our mothers' did it.
Knives down, everything else up. I fear the stabby potential of the knives, but otherwise I think it dries better business end up.
This, exactly. Plus, I have this lingering suspicion that drying them business end down means that the part that goes into your mouth ends up sitting in a stew of mildew and not-quite-removed utensil grime that drips downward (because, seriously, does *everyone* scrub every. single. utensil. perfectly every single time? I know I don't).
If my husband has used Teppy's reasoning, I would at least understand why My Way doesn't rule the dishrack when I'm not around. But the man gave me "breathing."
This, exactly. Plus, I have this lingering suspicion that drying them business end down means that the part that goes into your mouth ends up sitting in a stew of mildew and not-quite-removed utensil grime that drips downward (because, seriously, does *everyone* scrub every. single. utensil. perfectly every single time? I know I don't).
Knives go pointy end down, wherever you're drying them.
In the dishrack/strainer/whathaveyou, the rest of the flatware goes business end up, because of the ucky stuff Teppy cites above.
In the dishwasher, the rest of the flatware goes business end down, so that people aren't putting their grubby hands on the mouth pieces.
EXCEPT... my new dishwasher has a slotted lid over the flatware basket. And I suppose it's removable, but the dishwasher is really new, and I don't want to be breaking or losing parts and accessories quite yet, so the rest of the flatware has been going business end up. I always wash my hands before I empty the dishwasher anyhow, and none of the people I live with is as clean as I am, so they are lucky to be getting my clean cooties.
If my husband has used Teppy's reasoning, I would at least understand why My Way doesn't rule the dishrack when I'm not around. But the man gave me "breathing."
I think that's just boy-speak for Teppy's explanation.
The reality is that we both thought it should be the way our mothers' did it.
Yep. In the end it all comes down to *I* do it this way, so this is the way it ought be done.
Except in the case of vacuuming, anyone who vacuums for me does it perfectly.