Nothing funny about feldspar

Why is it, when it’s my turn to do the dishes, that all the hard-to-fit and hard-to-clean stuff is there to be washed, even if it wasn’t used today (or yesterday — I’m slatternly, so sue me)?

And as a perfectly irrational command: don’t use the #&$!@ iced tea spoons when there are plenty of perfectly normal (and clean) teaspoons available.

Thank you. I feel better now.