Or all the seas with oysters . . .

My mother's dishwasher, it seems, has been eating teaspoons, in much the same way that clothes dryers allegedly eat socks.  Or at least that's one theory; on the other hand, having noticed that while the number of teaspoons in her silverware drawer seemed to be decreasing, there seem to be more table knives in there than ever, I've been wondering for some time if perhaps the spoons are metamorphosing.

Anyway, I got her a package of allegedly "stainless steel" teaspoons at Meijer.  These went into the dishwasher in perfect condition and came out pitted and streaked with rust.  In order to return them I had to get the package out of the trash can, where I had tossed it on the foolish assumption that something as simple as a spoon could be counted on to work as advertised.