Yogurt in the morning. Soup in the evening. Jam on the weekend. You use a spoon often but you don't remember the feeling in your hand. Every spoon you own, someone else shaped. You're using their idea. The moment you put your hand to the wood, the spoon becomes yours. A single tool touched by your own hands shifts what eating feels like.
The spoon you didn't make stays foreign to your mouth
Your spoons came from some bin where you bought them in bulk. The handle length wasn't chosen for your hand. The curve of the bowl doesn't match your mouth. You use it because it works. But your hand never learned it.