This spoon you see before you is very dear to me. It was uprooted from my childhood home in Burford, Oxshire, England. I can still vividly remember my mother feeding me spoonfuls of banana custard from this very piece of cutlery. It was sent to me in a gift box recently, since I’ve moved abroad to the lovely country that is North America, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The memories attached to this utensil are far too extensive for a single paragraph, but you get the picture.

10/10, would eat with again