My mother's wooden spoon

Today's theme: food.

Not very exciting, I know. It's a wooden spoon.
This spoon is older than I am though. Things used to be made to last.
I have licked cake mixture from this spoon, watched my mother stir soup and stews with it, and on occasion felt it on the back of my legs for my cheek. Ouch!

I lost my dear mum five years ago to cancer, and this spoon is one of the few things I rescued from her belongings as it is still perfectly serviceable and has nowhere near stirred its last.