I’ve always loved one particular utensil we have kicking around in our kitchen drawers, and I use it whenever I can get away with it. It is a spork, and a nice one at that. However, “Sporky”, as I call zim*, has never been deemed appropriate for “fancy” Organization dinners, like Christmas or Opening Day or what have you. Well, last night I discovered that in our fancy silverware pattern (Towle Candlelight, if you must know) a fancy spork is available — they call it an “ice cream fork”. Apparently for some reason those crazy Victorians ate their ice cream with a fork, a utensil remarkably similar to a spork. Fascinating the things you learn researching spork history. Just fascinating.

I will not ever again spend a Christmas dinner sporkless.

*Although I may have anthropormorphized one particular utensil, I’m not so crazy as to have assigned Sporky a gender. Seeing as how Sporky zimself has self identified as nongendered, as a mark of respect to zim, I refuse to use him or her. Especially him.