


When I was 13 I had to make a wooden spoon in shop class. It took me weeks to carve and I know my mother still has it in her kitchen. She brings it out when making a giant pot of soup or spaghetti sauce because, well, it's massive. It's a spoon on steroids. So I wasn't the delicate wood sculptor I'd hope to be. It's quite the opposite to Nic Webb's hand crafted spoons. I mostly love his images of piles and piles of utensils. They make we want to hunker down this winter and whittle away spoons for all the comfort food I can eat. One spoon for mac and cheese, another for mashed potatoes. mmm... potatoes. No wait, mmm mac and cheese.
1 comments:
Spoons! Very nice. Funny story!
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