Meine Kochlöffel – My Wooden Spoons What would I do without my collection of old wooden spoons? “Cooking spoons,” as we say in German – Kochlöffel . These old spoons are smooth, some perhaps cracked. Smoothed by time, touch, and countless stirring. The older the better. They were used by my mother, grandma. Or were made by old Pepe, the wood worker, friend of my parents. Touching them, soothes, comforts, reassures me. There is hardly anything more sensual and elating. Feeling the limpid loyalty of a daily tool, willingness to serve and endure. Wood easily and gladly takes on the temperament of its user or owner. I am fiercely attached to my wooden utensils from Germany, Brazil, Italy, and Asia, l ovingly made of wood originating from trees. When preparing my to-go-bag, I add my favorite wooden spoon and bowl. Basic necessities. Gathering survival tools, war and post-war times alight in my being. A comb, a small piece of soap, a bowl and spoon, a pocket knife, passport, mone...
