Tis a cold day once again in the northern suburbs of Chicago and I ponder a subject brought up to me by my sons recently, the ubiquitous soup spoon. I must admit that I have generated some funny stuff in my time and the soup spoon subject is one of them. For some reason, years ago, I discovered that I truly enjoyed soup like many people, and I still do. My grandmother always made all of the family noodles and I grew up not really knowing the store bought variety. Her noodles probably made soup such a large part of the Koerner repertoire. Along with this, I was also spoiled by using a most amazing soup spoon, one that makes the “dégustation” of it all the better.
I don’t know why, but for some reason, the soup spoon intrigues me. There are so many shapes out there and so few of them appeal to me. I am sure that most of you are going to be wondering what I am talking about. How can it be that the simple shape, size, and weight of a spoon can affect your enjoyment of something? It can, however, and when I moved to Chicago from Cleveland I brought my own special soup spoon, absconded from my mother’s kitchen.
The infamous soup spoon is on the left, simple stainless steel, lightweight and thin, and having the perfectly rounded, not too small or not too large shape. For some reason, soup just tastes better with this implement.
I realize that everyone does not have the reaction to this issue that I do, and at times I thought that perhaps I am odder than the average Joe. Frankly, I am guessing that I am. Mary Kay has assured me of this fact from time to time. Mary Kay’s reaction to the soup spoon issue has always been one of incredulity. She didn’t understand why I would make a face when a different, heavy, humongous, spoon was given for me. She didn’t get that using it would make me enjoy the experience less. For her, a soup spoon is a soup spoon. I guess I was just born with a stainless steel soup spoon in my mouth and she wasn’t!
For years I wondered if perhaps I needed professional help in this area. I was almost to the point of wondering if I could really enjoy soup with the wrong instrument. I feared going out into the public arena and being forced to ingest soup with a less than perfectly shaped piece of silverware. Restaurant forays scared me for this reason.
Along came the Koerner boys and I soon realized that although I now had to share the one, precious spoon I had imported from Ohio, that I had proven that spoon shape does make a difference. Over the years, the Koerner boys and I had constantly vied for the position of wielding the stainless steel soup spoon. When soup was served, we would all do our best to jockey the spoon into position at our place setting.
The result of all this is that I came to a new understanding of myself and the fact that I really am “okay!” My fascination and need for a good soup spoon was normal!
A few years ago, we made an important discovery. In my acquisition of the Dirilyte (or Dirigold) silverware we received when we broke up my mom’s household, that we were in need of a few replacement pieces. Good old eBay came to my rescue. I inadvertently picked up a few more pieces than I had planned on, among them the soup spoons. For some reason, we rarely used the soup spoons of this set, but one glorious time, we did. I discovered that although the stainless soup spoon was good, the Dirilyte version was spectacular. The other thing is that I now had a large quantity of soup spoons at my fingertips, and we would no longer have family squabbles at dinnertime!
Yes, the Dirilyte version is even better. For some reason, the shape is perfect and even more importantly, the weight is right. It is the perfect soup spoon. Why this has not caught on with the American populace is beyond me.
Do I need a life?