On my way to the table I stop and retrieve my favorite fork from the dishrack beside the sink. I have an entire case of silverware and have never cared much about which utensil I use, but there’s something special about this fork. It’s old-fashioned and sterling silver. Perfectly weighted with solid tines that feel good in my mouth.
So, i know where this is going, but it also sounds like Autism or ADHD
