mine is ridiculous.
its a stick. it was a spoon. a wooden spoon. when I bought my first house I was a scared and nervous wreck. a storeowner I have never met, offered me a housewarming gift..I picked it off their tiny home goods display. that act of kindness was so well timed..I felt like I made the right decision.
it was my go-to spoon forever. I owned fancier ones, but I kept reaching for the beater. it was charred a few times, and eventually came apart at the bowl. my wife wanted to toss it, but I couldnt.. I still think about that small store and staff. I cut off the bowl and now it is my sourdough starter stir stick.
