I’m not sure where my teaspoon obsession started. But I think I’ll blame my parents. Seems logical since it was in their kitchen that I first noticed that stainless steel spoon with its slim silvery handle boldly stamped with the letters “BOAC” down the back. Now I'm a 50-year-old travel writer with a cornucopia of spoons threatening to escape the confines of her own cutlery drawer.

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