One night, while still living in the states, I was setting the table for dinner.
Now, keep in mind that before I met and married my wonderful French husband, I never worried about which side of the plate the knife or fork went on. Furthermore, I rarely used a knife.
What??? A knife??? It’s pizza for heavens sake!
Steak??? Oh, I just maul it to death (just in case it isn’t really dead) with my fork until my arm breaks off or the fork breaks or the meat surrenders!
It is easy to see how this would drive my Frenchman crazy!
My husband: “What? Everyone with any culture what-so-ever uses a knife!”
Me. “Really? So, are Asians uncultured?” (I just love to twist things around)
So, seeing as we are not Asian, my French husband had to teach his poor uncultured Americans, Angel Girl and I, the proper way to use a knife and fork. He, also, being so generous in his lessons of culture, taught us not only how to use the knife and fork but how to place them at the table, with the knife on the right and the fork on the left of the plate.
As I was setting the table that night, I forgot which side of the plate the knife went on and which side the fork went on or more truthfully, I just really didn’t care. But, heh, I put the knife on the table. He should of been happy, right?
So, when my husband blew up at me for putting the knife and fork on the opposite sides that he had taught me (apparently so many times that even a village idiot would get it), I got a bit upset.
My oh so very civilized response, “Well, if you had told me that the Queen of England was coming to dinner I most certainly would have been more careful!”
Let’s just say that did not go over very well with the French husband.
So, for all of you uncultured Americans out there or anyone else who was not taught how to eat properly by your parents or school (as was the case of my husband) visit this website and catch up on dinner etiquette.
For a good laugh at how some people, besides my husband, can go way too far with the knife and fork thing, click here.