We have two sizes of spoon in our spoon drawer: outrageously big tablespoon and normal sized teaspoons. We never eat with the big spoons. I want that known up front.
Yesterday morning I went through my tea-making ritual. The ritual ends with:
- Add Equal
- Splash in milk
- Get a Big Spoon from the drawer
- Stir tea with the spoon handle
- Lick the tea off the handle
- Pop the spoon back in the drawer
It’s such a habit that I mindlessly did it while he WAS STANDING THERE LOOKING RIGHT AT ME.
He was too surprised to scream like a woman in his usual fashion. Instead he gasped, “Did you just do that?”
I started to laugh and choked out: “I …. do … that…. every … time.”
In the past I would have not heard the end of it, but instead he wheeled around, ran like a bunny for his iPad and posted it on Facebook.
3 responses to “My Life is Measured Out in The Big Coffee Spoons.”
For some reason, although if you’d licked the spoon part and put it back I would be horrified, the fact that it’s the handle sort of makes me go.. meh.
Day-yum!
Allison – it is a key point. Plus, and I think this is vital: I was cleaning off the spoon. Cleaning it.
Hattie – I’m sure that was a day-um of approval.