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.
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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 —
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I am chopsticks.
Awkward and adventurous.
A balancing act between etiquette and chaos.
Added by email on October 27, 2008 at 1:52pm —
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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…
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Added by email on October 27, 2008 at 1:37pm —
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I am a DEEP and large soup spoon fashioned from sterling silver with a simple yet distinctive design… I balance well when laid on an index finger despite my ladle=like front… I ‘handle’ well (pun intended) and can hold a fine cheek-full of liquid… these days preferably a fine consommé or smooth fruit blend... I am quite shapely and sturdy for my age which is between ‘robust’ and ‘roguish’… still have the glow of youth with a touch of aged-wisdom… like a fine wine… guess that is why I prefer a…
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Added by email on October 26, 2008 at 11:04am —
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I'm not seeing spork on this list . . . and I'm definitely a spork.
Added by email on October 24, 2008 at 8:34am —
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I am definitely a food pusher in spirit.
If I could push food around my plate
and eat with my fingers all the time
and still be socially acceptable in
polite society, I would.
Food should be enjoyed by all FIVE senses.
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 8:17pm —
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It's my favorite position!
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:37pm —
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For sure spoon!!!!
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:32pm —
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I want to be a pair of chopsticks: elegantly minimalist but surprisingly
versatile, and a category all to myself. Plus, no sharp points or rough
edges.
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I am a Fruit Spoon....
you don't typically see me on your table,
but when you do you're glad I'm there.
I am a spoon because I hold everything inside of me.
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:15pm —
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I am a baked potato fork, today at least -often mis or little understood, but by few the perfect balance and just about rightness emerge as obvious.
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:10pm —
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Pickle fork. I'm the one you turn to when you're in a pickle.
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:10pm —
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Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:04pm —
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I would like to be the cooking spoon, that big one
That sees each of our sauces
And spends so little time in a drawer.
Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 6:50pm —
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I am a coke spoon...
(or I was when I was twenty...).
Added by email on October 22, 2008 at 5:13pm —
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I’d say I am definitely a steak knife. Nothing makes me happier than making that first cut through a big juicy filet mignon cooked just a little under medium rare. It’s also a good tool for cutting through all of life’s bullshit…metaphorically speaking.
Added by email on October 22, 2008 at 3:34pm —
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I am a matching set of large, durable, bourgeois salad fork and spoon,
carved of some sweet-smelling, exotic yet sustainable wood (like mango),
and fond of "mixing things up."
Sometimes my fork-like qualities come to the fore:
stabbing commentary, criticism, ingratitudereminiscent of Lear's line:
"how sharper than a serpent's tooth is an ungrateful child."
Sometimes my spoon-like qualities are in evidence:
the capacity to empathize, nurture,…
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Added by email on October 22, 2008 at 2:30pm —
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I idenfity with the food pusher- thanks to eating disorders.
Added by email on October 22, 2008 at 8:57am —
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I think I am a fork. My hair is forever a mess and prickly like a fork. My head is relatively huge compared to the rest of my body, (no joke). And even though I am pretty useful at ending slippery slopes (like a fork is to pasta) I have an edge.
Added by email on October 21, 2008 at 10:22pm —
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