When Frooch wrote about a Star Trek spork earlier this year, I panicked when I saw the headline. How could Hollywood return to the U.S.S.S. Enterprise without everyone's favourite jug-eared vulcan Love God* on board? And then I realised that spork was not a typo.
So, one month on, Addlebaddle's a little older and a wiser and she knows her spork from her Spock. So far, so single-figure IQ, I hear you say. But here's a teaser for you cleverer pups who have to read idiots like me on a daily basis: what in the name of Uhuru's twin moons rising is the difference between a spork and a taster?
Accustomed as I am to spending long nights in drooling over kitchen catalogs, dreaming of utensils that might make my life in the kitchen easier — my current must-have would be a guy (must be cute) who can slice vegetables perfectly, as mine always look as if they've been hacked at by a hungry viking with a bad dose of the D.T.s — this taster thingy designed by Carl Mertens (who he?) seems like a whole heap of who cares-lessness? A three-in-one hook, spoon and fork (Hospofo? Spoohork? Memo to marketing department: I think you could come up with something a little more interesting than taster, don't you?) that costs 32 buckeroos — well, there's no way that's going on my wishlist. File under sch for schtoopid.
*I do not use those upper case letters lightly, you know.