Spoons, wooden and lovely

Posted on Apr 20, 2009 in Craft, Featured, Food, Things


When I was growing up something I learned from dad (without him saying anything about it) was that it’s always good to have the right tool for the job. He had a toolbench full of crazy stuff which he was mostly always willing to teach me to use. By the time he bought the thing that filled shotgun shells I didn’t bug him so much anymore about tools. The point is though, there was always a thingy for that project. My mom was a bit the same way in craft-land (something I’ve only truly come to appreciate recently).

When you have a ritual around something, even if it’s something so tiny as appreciating the moment it takes to find the tiny mason jar of bay leaves, it’s really nice to have *just* the right tool. Or maybe it’s just that the right tool spawns a ritual.

Making beans was sort of missing just that one little thing, and I wasn’t entirely sure what, but the oomph wasn’t 100% there. Then one day I saw Steve Sando’s Spoons. Tiny epiphany ensued and I began my hunt for wooden spoons that were not the $1.29 asian grocery sort (not that there’s anything wrong with those, they have their place). I found Jonathan’s Spoons. Christmas came and went without sight of spoons, so I orderded one of Jonathan’s ladles. I was NOT disappointed. There’s just nothing like having the curve of a handmade spoon in your hand when stirring and dishing up beans. Then sweet Mr. Obsessed brought me two spoons (and beautiful chopsticks) home for Valentine’s Day. Coincidentally enough, they were more of Jonathan’s spoons. The narrower spoon I use very frequently and I love it.

I have other tools that are just right. I have a pair of garden trimmers that are wonderful. They were very expensive to me at the time (in reality probably not that much) and I bring them inside and wash them off and oil them. (Saw a Martha Stewart episode or maybe it was Whatever Martha where she was taking apart and fixing her garden shears. I totally get it.) Once upon a time in the days of renting from slumlords I was trying to fix the sprinklers that had been weirdly buried for years. Turns out the tool I needed was a nipple extrator. Who knew. A VERY specific tool, and it makes quick work of broken sprinkler heads. The right tool however doesn’t have to be about speed, but when you find it, you know.

Anyway. Spoons, handmade, wabi-sabi, wonderful real-world goodness. If you read the backstory at Jonathan’s Spoons he started carving spoons because he needed something to eat lunch with. That’s the guy I want to be on survivor with.

As is the case with many of my obsessions, other people have paved the way. I do wish I had a birthday spoon.

Images from Jonathan’s Spoons and Herriot Grace.