I blame the Victorians
You can learn a lot about a person by noticing what kind of spoon they choose to use to eat their cereal with when all of the teaspoons (the only proper size of spoon to eat cereal with) in the house are in the sink.
Plagioclase’s mother will take an iced-tea spoon, I think because it’s got the right bowl size even though the stem is unwieldy. Sometimes she takes a soup spoon, showing her indifference to the need for a proper cereal-eating experience.
Plagioclase said, “I just used a grapefruit spoon.” Heretic! Trying to stab your granola?? But it’s at least got mostly the proper proportion, so that’s not as bad as eating with an iced-tea spoon.
Me, I will wash a spoon. I’ll eat out of a measuring cup if I have too, but I’ve got to have the right spoon.
Why do we have so many different spoons anyway? It’s not like I’ve got infinite drawer space (or a domestic servant) to keep track of all these utensils. I blame the Victorians. And Oneida.
