I possess several memories of wooden spoons amid my growing up experience.
I looked forward to licking the ingredients that clung to them. I learned to use them to create delicious things to eat. I was threatened a time or two with the wooden spoon; my brothers actually had close encounters with wooden spoons. I remember learning to stir the figure eight with precision for what seemed like hours on end; talk about a boring task!
Wooden spoons come in very handy in the kitchen. They are perhaps my favorite of all utensils now that I am partially grown up.
I volunteered for a couple of summers at the American West Heritage Center where I 'worked' in the wood shop. We used tools similar to those used in the early 1800's. My favorite thing to make was, of course, the wooden spoon. I learned to carve out the spoon with a bent gouge and a wooden mallet. Shaping the handle and back of the spoon was done by using a spoke shave and a rasp. Technically, women did not do this type of work in the period we were demonstrating; thus I am grateful for the opportunity provided me to learn this art.
I pulled out a small spoon to work on while enjoying the sunset this evening and was reminiscing. This is a picture of some spoons in progress; each at a different stage. They are made of walnut and will be very strong spoons when I am finished. I pity the poor person on whom this type of spoon may have been used!
This is a photo of my son and myself while we are standing outside the woodworking shop dressed in period attire. It was indeed a fun time in our lives.
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