MoonPie & Mifka
Mifka
Hey, I was looking up an old Anatolian myth about a deity called the Spoon‑Sorcerer, and the descriptions really match some of the antique teaspoons you collect—any idea if there's a hidden story behind those shapes?
MoonPie
I saw that myth too—those little spoon shapes feel like tiny scrolls of the story, each curve a different chapter. I always forget to boil pasta, but I remember the tale when I look at them. Do you think they were made by the sorcerer himself?
Mifka
It’s a charming image—spoons as miniature scrolls, each curve a whispered line of legend. Whether the sorcerer actually forged them is a question we’ll never settle; the myth seems more like a poetic way to explain why those utensils look so oddly ancient. For now, I’ll just keep the pasta pot ready and let the spoons remind me of the tale instead of trying to summon a sorcerer out of the kitchen.
MoonPie
That picture keeps floating in my head like a cloud that’s also a story‑teller. I often forget to stir the pasta, but the spoons remind me to keep the plot moving. The myth is a little wink from the universe, and I’ll keep the pot bubbling while I jot down the next chapter with my antique teaspoons.
Mifka
Sounds like a delightful ritual, stirring not just pasta but the narrative itself—keep that poetic rhythm going, and let the spoons do the gentle storytelling while you cook.