My Childhood Ice Cream Spoon

What better piece of stuff to start with than something likely older than my DNA. This is an old silver spoon my Baba had in her kitchen when I was a kid. You know it's silver since it's never silver, always black. Anyway, I had a theory when I was a kid: if you eat things in smaller bites, you can have pretty much as much as you like. My grandparents always came home from their Saturday trip to either Dominion/Miracle Food Mart/Knob Hill Farms (never Food City or Loblaws) with a 2L carton of ice cream, usually Sealtest Parlour Chocolate. Four huge tablespoons-worth would wind up in my bowl, and using this spoon would result in a slow devour of the delicious dessert (usually at 10 in the morning when they got home). Now it sits in the bottom of our teaspoon tray, waiting for a big bowl which needs to be eaten slow.

Introduction

Howdy. The name is Blair. I live in Toronto. I'm a dad, a spouse, an IT nerd (i.e. technology hoarder), photographer, reformed overspender, occasionally nice and/or funny and have a lot of stuff. So much stuff that my motto is becoming "Everything Must Go". Well, not everything. But a fair bit. On their way to the bin/Goodwill/shelf, I'll take a photo of a random piece of shi...er stuff and tell a story about said item. I can't promise Shakespeare, or even that guy who trolls you for having a pimple on your nose. But chances are the story will be interesting. If only to me.