Bossy’s mom bought this spatula for Bossy at a yard sale an armful of years ago. It’s old as dirt. In fact, the dirt that has collected on the steel tip and is known as rust. (Don’t worry, Bossy’s husband is due to take care of that, where due equals what’s an armful of more years?)
Here are just a few of the things that make this spatula unlike any others: the wooden handle is just the right distance from the metal part which keeps your hand a healthy distance from the flame. And the handle is smooth and just the right thickness so it’s fun to hold and Bossy is sorry but are we still talking about spatulas?
But the best part is the spatula itself, which is thin as a razor and can slip under anything. It is also just the right amount of pliable so it gives a little with the food.
They don’t make ’em like this anymore. And when it goes, Bossy is preparing to follow…