I have never know where the fork and knife are supposed to go. I have been told this information many times but I have never known it. I have never owned that bit of information because it never seemed to me to be essential.
Sure, the manners required for eating with others are a valuable asset and being able to help around the house with setting the table (especially when I am not capable of cooking mix more than french toast) is nothing to malign. I just prefer the ambiguity of a napkin on the wrong side. I prefer to remix the table setting so as to make sure that we are having an entirely original meal.
So, set the table any way you like. I will see to the music.
For me, this is the only kind of prerequisite for a perfect meal: thoughtful food, my family or close friends, and ambient but purposeful music.
If you are so inclined, I recommend Ratatat’s self titled album, Safe Away by Denison Witmer or anything by Miles Davis.
I lift m glass to wrongly placed utensils and perfectly placed music and people.