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.
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 :-)
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