We weren't there to visit grandpa and grandma (who had died by the time I came along anyway) but to visit junk shops. And it was there, gently shaken readers, that found this:
Yes! Yes! It's the hugest pair of wooden fork and spoon that I have ever seen!!!! (I took a picture of them in Mother VDR's hopelessly bourgeoisie living room, to give you an idea of the scale of these behemoths. They are even taller than me (not that that's saying much)
I spoke to The Colonel this evening, and alluded to these gigantic utensils, but I did not specifically tell him what they were - only that I was sending them to Chicago ahead of me, and that we would take them back to Seattle with us. The Colonel has a lot of things on his mind, and de-tails like that would only make him tense and nervous.
Have you ever seen a gigantic wooden fork and spoon as gigantic as this gigantic wooden fork and spoon? I didn't think so. Now I just need a gigantic pepper mill.
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