Because I eat my oatmeal with a fork. You can judge. My husband does. It's okay.
The other morning, I found myself near the bottom of the jar, trying to scrape out honey. And so I was thinking about how I might make a case for some iced tea spoons to my husband.
And then I thought that what I need is something long like an iced tea spoon, but flatter, so it takes up less space in the drawer. That would be an easier sell, since we don't drink iced tea and make chocolate milk about twice every ten years.
You'll be relieved to know that I did recognize the butter knives when I opened the drawer and saw them right there in the middle of the silverware sorter.