Thingspiration

Wooden Spoon

 

What does this object say to you about being a mum, nan or great-gran? Does it spark a memory, an image, a question or something else? Don't think too hard, just share your first impressions.

 

This is a good friend and something I share time with every day.I wouldn't be without it and have a little one as well for littler jobs!

loulabelle

making cakes and licking the spoon, of course!

naomi

Breakfast, lunch and dinner...Im a full-time chef for our little family

TJ

I use a wooden spoon to cook everything! Stirring fry-ups, pasta, chilli, baking a cake. Part of me thinks wooden spoons ought to be unhygienic but the hippy part of me doesn't care at all, and you can't burn your tongue on a wooden spoon when you taste the soup :-)

Tatmummy

It's a drumstick for hitting the pans with while my Mum cooks! :o) x

Kat Sighs

Porridge every morning for me, Chaos and now little Squish!

Kat Sighs

Reminds me of the noise my children made when using one as a drumstick on my saucepans

squeakypigshop

Stirring Christmas pudding and having a wish

Jean

for baking cakes not breaking on bottoms

groovygirl88

Reminds me of puppets when my kids were young. Painting on a smile and eyes and a hankie for head scarf and hilarious stories made up with silly voices

Penny

Very stirring image

Nick

So many puppets from one spoon now all purple puppets thanks to it assisting in a tie-dye afternoon

Andiepowpow

Stirring cakes together with my kids when they were little - then licking the spoon !

sueatkins

Nicely seasoned!

Blue Bear Wood

A wooden spoons sparks so many thoughts in my head. Spoon puppets my Nana used to make me when I was a child. Licking out the bowl when my Mum made a cake and fighting over who got the spoon. Hansel and Gretel and witches with cauldrons. Never having the right spoon for the job. Agas and country kitchens. Fudge making that I never get quite right. Stirring and argument . Abstract pieces of art.... I could go on

superbee

Some husbands can cook. When I was ill Fred said he would make soup. He opened a tin of cream of chicken and it boiled over a little. So he thought he ought to add more soup and opened another can, but of vegetable and added it to the chicken. When he brought it to me he said it was Chicken and Vegetable soup but my daughter told me that he had spilled the first soup and added another.

Jean

Granny makes a cake, and I sit on the wooden floor and look up at her. She sprinkles in cinnamon and stirs.

Tinkerbeba

Husbands know where their mouth is!

Betty

 

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