I've recently begun to fully appreciate soup spoons. Sure, I always liked the deeper belly but like a good neighbor I never really noticed them until they weren't there. Ever try to eat soup with a regular spoon? You can never get enough on the spoon to satisfy your hunger, especially if it's something like chicken noodle. The noodle is all slip sliding off. There just isn't enough surface area for me and I wind up manically slurping away. But get yourself a polite soup spoon and it's like he says, "Oh what's that? You got a bit of the shakes today. Relax, I'll do the heavy lifting."

Like an elderly woman who has a boy scout help her cross the street, I feel safer.

"Why thank you very much, young man."