According to the Spoon Silver, smooth, shapely—there’s nothing quite as sexy as a spoon. The verb of it is what teens do in the back seats of hot-rods at the drive-in, and old marrieds on mattresses that sag in the middle. Spoons, all curve and handle, fit so nicely front to back. Folks keep them in a separate slot in the silverware tray, afraid they’ll seduce the forks and knives and breed a mess of sporks and knoons. A spoon did get mixed up and all runcible with a fork once, and made a dandy tool for oo la la hors d’oeuvres. Hi diddle it, fiddle it, la vache et la lune, no wonder the dish ran away with the spoon.
	—Joe Smith