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Relational Gastronomics

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Creator: pokey on 5 Nov 2012, 12:03 a.m.

This wooden spoon is from my paternal grandparents kitchen. Sunday dinners were a tradition at their house and usually consisted of pasta (rigatoni was preferred but a list of available options were given each Sunday), homemade sauce and meatballs. My grandmother would call in the morning and ask when we would be there with the inevitable follow up, "Should I put the water on?" This wooden spoon was usually cradled in a spoon rest on the stove, however it was often used as an aid to gesticulation. Both of my grandparents were Italian American. My grandmother was from a family of 12 children. When she passed away, I kept the spoon. Now I use it when I make sauce. Update: A few hours after posting this I was reading Bruno Munari's book "Design As Art" and stumbled upon a chapter titled Wear and Tear. It describes the way a spoon's shape evolves-- the edge becomes worn from repeated stirring. He ponders what happens to the material that is worn away from rubbing against the sauce pan, suggesting it's gradual ingestion by the user. I looked again at the spoon from my grandparent's kitchen. It was the perfect example, and thinking about it this way, made me feel even more connected to it.

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