For some reason I have an irrational distaste for tablespoons. I don’t know why this is the case. They just seem too big to me, and there’s something pretentious about them. (Who needs to put that much of anything in his mouth all at once?) I’m a teaspoon man and probably always will be.
On a related note, however, I also can’t stand salad forks. Too dainty. If you’ve got something that needs stabbing to get it into your face, be a man and use a real fork.

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