But this lady is right on when it comes to restaurant issues.
More importantly, forcing my small spoon fetish on others is vindicated in our nation's newspaper of record! Ephron writes:
One of the greatest things about this land of ours, as far as I'm concerned, is that we never fell into the dessert-spoon trap. If you needed a spoon for dessert, you were given a teaspoon. But those days are over, and it's a shame.
As my friends and family can attest, even a teaspoon is too big for me. Look through my purse and you'll find tiny gelato spades stashed away (and in need of washing). I blame B-R taster spoons for the early development of this preference. So come dessert time, there's really no reason to feel bad about asking for the smallest spoon possible. Are there any good explanations of why bigger spoons are better?