My Secret Addiction: It’s Not Sex, Drugs or Rock and Roll

I can’t stop. A recent move made me realize it’s a bit of a problem.

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I can’t stop buying wooden spoons for the kitchen. One, two, twenty, forty….how many do I have? More important, how many do I need? I have a good friend, an excellent cook, who claims you need three. I need a lot of them, like different paint brushes. But I don’t need dozens and dozens. I suppose if it keeps me off the streets and from getting in trouble, it could be worse.

 

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Steve Sando

I dig beans.

5 thoughts on “My Secret Addiction: It’s Not Sex, Drugs or Rock and Roll”

  1. I have the same addiction! bamboo, wood, big, little, flat, curved, scrapers, & scoops, I even have some spoons that were shipped to me from Sweden! My sister-in-law there sent them to me along with a recipe for “spoon butter” to keep them in good condition for a long time. They don’t melt like plastic, retain flavors like silicone, or scratch my cookware like metal. They’re perfect!

  2. Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to recovery, so good for you! I don’t have a wooden spoon problem myself. I buy wooden spoons because I hate those ugly, soulless plastic utensils. I also have a good collection of old unusual metal utensils that I pick up at thrift stores, as well as plenty of cast iron. It’s fun to cook with things that you like.

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