When I was little, my superstitious grandmother told me not to cross knives. It meant there would be a fight in the family. To this day, when I see knives crossed in the kitchen sink, I set them parallel.
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Love the subtle reflective colors on the forks
When I was little, my superstitious grandmother told me not to cross knives. It meant there would be a fight in the family. To this day, when I see knives crossed in the kitchen sink, I set them parallel.
I wonder what she would say about crossed forks?
David,
Thank you!
Silvina,
I'm pretty sure she would say that when you see crossed forks in the road, you should take it.
You've just painted my personal coat of arms! Except mine includes the tart in the next post, centered between the tines.
Nice work, Jason.
Thanks Don!
So... what's your tartan?
Hey, I just thought of what the crossed forks could mean. Food fight!
oooh...
That's a good one Silvina!
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