A few nights ago, we were getting ready for supper and Roy asked me if I would like a spoon to eat my rice with.  I had never eaten rice with a spoon, but I had witnessed several people around this area use a spoon in many cases that I'd consider fork territory.

I smiled at my endearing husband's quirk and said, "No thank you." 

"I just find it easier to eat rice with a spoon." 

"I have noticed that you like to use spoons for a lot of things," I said.

"Yeah, my mom tried to break me of it once, but it didn't work."

"Huh.  That's funny, I thought it was something people do around here.  I didn't think it was just you,"  I said as I picked up a spoon myself and thought I'd just give it a try. 

"Maybe it is," he said.  "It would make sense because they don't want to waste anything." 

Not wasting is a theme with many here.  Most people clean their plate, maybe with a spoon or a piece of bread.  Not wasting is also the primary reason you might see some "junk" in a few people's farm yard because someday they just might need it.  I admire people who don't waste things. 

And eating rice with a spoon was much easier.


A cloudy day at our place.