Surely a spoon would be more appropriate for a kitchen punishment, don't you agree Sir?
It hung in the corner of the kitchen, mostly escaping notice unless one was looking for it. It never escaped Tess’s notice, though. She had a very special relationship with that particular spoon. She hid her blush every time a new server commented on it. What self-respecting restaurant kept wooden spoons around anymore, they would … Continue reading The Special Spoon