Coffee spoons…

coffee spoons

A million moons ago while at university, a friend and I took a summer course in English Literature. While studying T.S. Eliot, the prof┬árecalled a story where she woke up her husband and said, “Jeffrey! Are we measuring our lives in coffee spoons?” We thought this was a scream and have talked about it on and off for about thirty years. To commemorate my friend Peter’s visit here last weekend, we created this cake for a dinner party. I had purchased the spoons last year, knowing they’d be perfect for a cake for Peter. I was delighted to finally make it so.

Inspired from the T.S. Eliot poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?