Here is a funny little story that I read the other day.
Wooden Spoons
One day during cooking class, the teacher, Mrs. Jones, was extolling her secrets for preparing perfect sauces.
When she ordered us to the stoves to prepare our assignments, she said, “Don’t forget to use wooden spoons.”
As I stirred my sauce, I contemplated the physics behind the mystery of the wooden spoon, and decided it must have something to do with heat conduction. I approached Mrs. Jones to test my theory.
“Why wooden spoons?” I asked.
“Because,” she replied, “if I have to sit here listening to twenty-three metal spoons banging against metal pots, I’ll go nuts.”
And if this was my mom, she would NOT want you to use the wooden spoons because she may need them later to give you a good swift smack on the backside.
3 comments:
One time my son hit the wooden spoon so hard(remember he is one) against my daughters head, it broke in half, good thing my children have big strong cocanut heads!!!!
Yeah, I'm for wooden spoons too. I can barely stand to listen to people clacking their spoons in their cereal in the morning.
I couldn't take the metal spoons clanging either. Maybe this is an outside activity. I have been hit with a wooden spoon... so the threat of taking it away and beating them with it would work to.
ToOdLeS,ShEiLA
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