Further to my last:

[desperance]

First thought after having roasted marrow-bones for twenty minutes in a hot hot oven:

That thought I had, about going on working while munching marrowbone-toast? Forget it. This is too gorgeous, and too messy...

Second thought: I need a bone-saw.

Third thought, on failing to discover a bone-saw somehow lurking in the house: I need a marrow-spoon - oh. Wait...

I suspect, technically, it is not a marrow-spoon; I suspect it is a pickle-spoon, and not even runcible. But still. Long and slender, and extremely apt for probing the length of a marrow-bone. I may have left yummy fragments within, but not many.

Even after washing, my hands still feel ... well, like sheep's-wool, really. Inherent with grease. And if I'd had batteries in the camera, I'd have furnished photos of the boys attending to my plate even after I had very thoroughly wiped it with a crust.

Happy Families, my rules: let me show you them.

[NB and PS - while googling for marrow-spoons in order to provide a link for those who'd never seen one, I discovered a whole nother use for the word: fisher-folk use it for a tool which will allow them to dig out the contents of a fish's stomach, to see what it's been eating. Um, why do anglers want to know what a fish has been eating...?]

Comments

[jimhines.livejournal.com]

For the fish, I'm guessing it's so they know what kind of bait/lure to use.

Thanks for this link! Now I'm trying to figure out how to work a marrow-spoon into the current book, 'cause it's nifty! :-)

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I thought that. But then, you can't check the inside of a fish's stomach unless you've caught it first, by which time you know what bait they're taking, because it's tooken it already...

And you're most welcome, and yay! Marrow-spoons need a more prominent role in literature...