I am making a sweet potato pie when I first notice that it’s gone. I don’t eat sweet potato pie but I do like to introduce my husband Robin’s British-Australian mouth and stomach to foods from my Texas childhood and this certainly qualifies. So I am rustling through the utensil drawer and sure enough, another one’s gone AWOL. This time, it’s the fruit and veg peeler. In about fifteen minutes, I will discover that my little steamer basket has gone with it. This began last week, when my kitchen accessories apparently organised a silent revolution and incremental exodus, led by the salad tongs. This is disturbing, in an intangible way. I mean, they are cheap items and it’s not as if I can’t buy…