So Pithy

Eating breakfast this morning (and every other morning I’ve been in Magdeburg, really) I noticed Niko’s spoons have a slightly elongated bowl. Unfortunately he only has one type of spoon, so I’m stuck with them. In Berlin the kitchen had a variety of spoons and I’d settled on one type in particular for my daily use, with an appropriately sized and proportioned bowl and acceptable handle. If none of those were available, I wouldn’t use another; instead I’d immediately wash one of the spoons approved for use.

I think with spoons, as with many things, my standards have been determined by my childhood, by what my parents had. I say “had” because sadly now even some of the spoons at my parents house don’t quite fit my ideal (I think it’s the handle on those that gets me.) So add spoons to a list that includes Diet Coke, our couches, and much, much more.