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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

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 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 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

large soup spoon fashioned from sterling silver

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… Continue

Added by email on October 26, 2008 at 11:04am — No Comments

definitely a spork

I'm not seeing spork on this list . . . and I'm definitely a spork.

Added by email on October 24, 2008 at 8:34am — No Comments

food pusher in spirit

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 — No Comments

a spoon...

It's my favorite position!

Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:37pm — No Comments

spoon!!!

For sure spoon!!!!

Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:32pm — No Comments

I want to be a pair of chopsticks

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.

Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:18pm — No Comments

I am a fruit spoon...

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 — No Comments

baked potato fork

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 — No Comments

pickle fork

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 — No Comments

I think I am a spoon

Added by email on October 23, 2008 at 7:04pm — No Comments

cooking spoon

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 — No Comments

coke spoon

I am a coke spoon...

(or I was when I was twenty...).

Added by email on October 22, 2008 at 5:13pm — No Comments

definitely a steak knife

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 — No Comments

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