This blog is about teaspoons. I keep coming across them, either washing up my mixed set or doing someone else's washing up. I can identify the spoon by its memory, not by its name.
The very long spoon has a memory of going to Fortnum and Mason's little tea room and having a tall glass of ice cream -vanilla - with angelica threaded through it. The teaspoon was necessary to reach the bottom. sometiems the tall glass held strawberry, the next time deep chocolate. It was Fiona's favourite tea room. 1958 perhaps.
My sister remembers these spoons from our yearly visits to Kitzbuhel to attend Ski School. We went from 1957 on and off until 1970 - but the spoons are from our early years, the class would go to the tea room and have tall glasses of ice cream laden milkshakes and chocolate based biscuits, I forget the name. I saw them again when I came back from school in London, cutting though South Ken to home. This might be turning into a memoir of Fiona Lonsdale.
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