Today, I serve you spoons. Funky plastic ones from the 50s or 60s, I think.
When I was a girl, my parent's silverware tray contained an average selection of spoons, forks and knives, but for one long, slender, iced-tea spoon. When clean, that spoon was always my preference. I didn't find out until years later that it was my older sister's preferred spoon as well (which explains why it was so elusive).
Last year, I bought Julia an antique, silver iced-tea spoon for her birthday (I think it was her birthday) and some months later I found these ones for me. Much more Heathery. Of course, they're not a comfortable shape for cereal, soup, ice cream or anything else. (They're meant for stirring, I think.) So, I just look at them. And Charlotte plays with them. They remind me of long-spoon days long-gone.