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fondue fork

I would have to pick a fondue fork because even though it's sharp enough, it's mostly just a goof. I also tend to keep my distance. Perhaps so that I don't get burned.... (by cheese?) Also, I am very nostalgic for the 70's, the fondue heyday.

Added by mary on January 20, 2009 at 1:06am — No Comments

cereal spoon

I am what I call the cereal spoon. It's the bigger spoon of a 45 piece silverware set. I'm not sure what its official name is but it's the one that is the perfect size for cereal. The other one is too small and Captain Crunchberries always fall off. The cereal spoon seems to have the perfect amount of cereal to put in your mouth- just a little bit more than you should.

Added by Candice Smith Corby on January 19, 2009 at 7:31pm — No Comments

Soup Spoon

Im an OVERsized sterling silver soap spoon. (mispelling intentional) Gulping down life in large servings. Sterling cause its the color of Julie's hair - and occasionally mine - soup cause its the only thing i know how 2 make (recipes avail upon request) xoxo Love u Jewel.

Added by bob on November 8, 2008 at 8:17pm — No Comments

Information sifter

I most identify with a slotted spoon as I'm an information sifter.

Added by email on November 7, 2008 at 5:39pm — No Comments

Some Call Me Drewcchini

Well here I am in Los Angeles for the past 15 years and I'm just getting used to it. It's hard to shake the lower east side and truth is I would never try to. It's in my DNA just like the years I spent in and around New Paltz, Eastern Long Island and the upper west side for that matter. So I guess farming is in my DNA since my Father grew up on the farms of Nassau County back in the 20's. He showed me how to plant and nurture the soil and treat every plant like it was the last one on… Continue

Added by Drew Carolan on November 7, 2008 at 2:30pm — No Comments

A chef's knife

I am a chef's knife. Multipurpose but with an edge.

Added by Dana on November 7, 2008 at 10:25am — No Comments

the great soup of everything

My first impulse was to side-step the entire list and choose my own utensil -- an oyster shell, or the piece of coconut hide slashed from the coconut itself with a machete to use to scoop out the meat. Or fingers dipped in a tin bowl of rice. But were any of those "me"?

Then I scanned the images to sense -- bodily -- which ones caused a throb of recognition. I passed ones I wanted for their sleek, sexy or symbolic use alone and was at once fascinated and irritated by the one that… Continue

Added by email on November 6, 2008 at 3:45pm — No Comments

i am a mellon baller.

i am a mellon baller.

always have been.

Added by email on November 4, 2008 at 6:43pm — No Comments

I am a slotted sppon.

I capture and hold on to only the most important pieces of the meal letting everything else past without a second thought. I can sometimes be intricate and others plain but I always serve my purpose.

Added by Amy on November 4, 2008 at 4:15pm — No Comments

I am spoon.

I am spoon.
Once a simple teaspoon; sampling all that came my way.
Now, a serving spoon; providing for others, managing small tastes of the remains.
In the future, a graceful, silver demitasse; savoring only the finest.

Added by email on October 30, 2008 at 10:12pm — No Comments

An iced-tea spoon

Today we open a packet of something, pour into into our (probably chemically-induced) tea, and stir it with a plastic straw. My grandmother had set of sterling iced-tea spoons with straws in the long handle. One used the spoon to measure sugar from an elegant bowl and sipped. After use, the spoons were carefully, washed, dried and stored. I am that iced-tea spoon. Reminiscent of a lost era. High maintenance.

Added by email on October 30, 2008 at 10:09pm — No Comments

I am...

After a long while of thinking, I've figured it out. I am the Wood Ice Cream Spoon. Simple, but graceful. And in the end, though there may be some struggling in the beginning, if you just work with me, it all ends in sweetness.

Added by julianne on October 29, 2008 at 9:08pm — No Comments

The Gravy Ladle

My grandfather and I always had to sit next to one another at family holidays so the others didn't have to constantly pass the gravy between us. So for that sentimental reason I love that utensil. I connect to the ladle because it brings warmth and comfort to my soul. It is big enough to scoop up all the good stuff life has to offer, and while it sometimes brings in some unwanted bad stuff, it's edges can be used to cut those nasty critters out. The Gravy Ladle represents my versatility and an… Continue

Added by Daphne on October 29, 2008 at 3:37pm — No Comments

I am an escargot clamp,

Awkward, ugly and useful only in specific situations.

Added by B Gugino on October 29, 2008 at 3:26am — No Comments

I am definitely a “Spork!”

I am definitely a “Spork!” Not very elegant, but highly useful….

Added by julie levesque on October 28, 2008 at 3:55pm — No Comments

I am just a simple spoon...

I am just a simple spoon made of driftwood; carved over the continents and emotional spills.

I am the size of a soup spoon but have yet to taste the fullness of soup’s awakening

I scoop up grains stirred with the intensity of savored secrets – yesterdays grits, cornmeal of the cradled fire, oats from the tired fields, buckwheat of pre-organic offerings.

I fill your mouth with warm promises, yet I care not about the heat or texture that I ladle.

My… Continue

Added by julie levesque on October 28, 2008 at 11:35am — No Comments

I am sleek and silver...

I am sleek and silver, worn from years of service but beautifully polished. I am a dessert fork. My tines gently curve from sharp, delicate tips into my narrow neck and perfectly balanced handle. My genteel teeth slide into sweet after-the-meal pleasures.

Added by sukey kielman briggs on October 28, 2008 at 10:30am — 2 Comments

I am chopsticks.

I am chopsticks.
Awkward and adventurous.
A balancing act between etiquette and chaos.

Added by email on October 27, 2008 at 1:52pm — No Comments

I will handle the preparations, but someone else will serve...

I am a wooden spoon - unassuming and utilitarian at first glance, but firm and unyielding. I am a bit worn around the edges from use and experience, and a bit self-conscious when in the drawer surrounded by newer, shinier utensils. But in my element I bend all the other ingredients to my will - I push, stir, shove, smash, slap, and yet for all the force I leave no permanent marks on the pan. I plunge myself deep into new recipes, filling my bowl with tastes, smells, experiences. When calm and… Continue

Added by email on October 27, 2008 at 1:37pm — No Comments

I work well under pressure, so I'm a butter knife...

Throughout my father's childhood, his mother often issued the following command: "Bring me a dish towel and a butter knife." No matter what the problem, she could solve it with these two seemingly benign items. A broken toy? A broken finger? Something stuck where it didn't belong? Any of these problems proved no match for a dish towel and a butter knife.

The butter knife has many useful qualities. At first glance, it's long, lean and functional. But take a closer look and you'll… Continue

Added by Butter Knife on October 27, 2008 at 11:58am — No Comments

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