Inspector 12When I was a young monkey, and learning cookery skills beside the Old Woman, I was prone to tasting, and tasting, and tasting, and tasting and then not being hungry once the meal was served.
To remedy this problem, the Old Woman dubbed this spoon Inspector 12 (so named for a men's underpants commercial). I was allowed to taste foods on the stove, but only so much as would fit in the bowl of Inspector 12 and only once.
When I established my own home, the Old Woman sent me a few items to start housekeeping with . . . including Inspector 12.
Tonight, I'm making shrimp creole for dinner . . . and am reminded why Inspector 12 came into being in the first place. It has been tremendously difficult to not scoop up a spoonful each time I lift the lid to stir.
(I included a regular sized lime in the shot to give you a sense of the size of the spoon bowl. I'm considerate like that.)
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