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

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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 happy I offer food, comfort, pleasure; in anger (or play) I can bruise and raise welts. I will handle the preparations, but someone else will serve...