My Spoon

I'd like to take some time off from writing recipes and my dinner quick fixes to tell you a story of my spoon.



This is my spoon. It is the best spoon in the world.

But I went to great lengths to get the spoon and I think it makes a nice story.

Before Danny and I got married we had purchased things to get Danny through life before I moved into our little apartment when we got married. Among the things we purchased was a set of three spoons at Bed Bath and Beyond. I didn't really like them because the wood wasn't smooth and if you know me you know me and texture goes a long way.

Texture makes my bottom teeth hurt and makes me gag when I eat lettuce. Texture is a moving force in my life.

Because of these crappy spoons I didn't use them to much even when I was in the apartment.

When we got married we had a couple weeks before we could jet away on our honeymoon to Europe. When we finally got there, the US was far from our minds but it didn't take us long to realize our US dollars didn't translate to much overseas, although we already knew this, it was more of a shock when we got there when we saw how much everything actually was.

So we watched out money.

We didn't buy many things but we made sure we ate well. We went from London to Oslo, Oslo to a rainy Copenhagen, to a beautiful Stockholm and then to Helsinki before we trudged forward to St. Petersburg and Tallinn.

It was in Helsinki that the two of us stumbled onto a huge outdoor market in the downtown area of Helsinki, as we walked around the little markets, realizing that the Euro was approximately 1 1/2 more then our dollars we chose to withdraw $60 from their Otto (the ATM). The money didn't go far, some cherries, reindeer meat, bread and cheese for lunch, a beer and a glass bear. We didn't have to much left, my husband wanted to keep some Euros, but then I saw it.

THE SPOON!

I was drawn to it like a fly to shit, and then I touched it.

It was smooth, it smelled like wonderful wood.

I had to have it.

And it was €14.

When Danny found me, my hands clasped around the spoon, Lord knows the look that was on my face, he agreed without me having to beg.

So the spoon you see in all of these blogs that have something that has been stirred or mixed together has come across many miles and many countries to get to my Tiny Ass Kitchen in West End. It has crossed through many time zones, countries, X-Ray Machines and manhandles by baggage handlers to get to my kitchen to mix my goodies that I lovingly share with all of you.

All hail the Finnish spoon!