After decades of use, Mr Sammy’s wooden spoon has just about had enough of stirring jams, jellies, stewed fruit, steak and kidley, cake batter, bikkits and breads.
This morning it was being used for stewing apples, and the business end was staying in one spot while the handle flexed while my arm was stirring. I’m not for a second going to blame the Samster’s workmanship: the spoon doesn’t owe us anything after all its service.
