Normally, when something is inserted repeatedly into a bodily orifice, the origins of the object are kind of important. As something you stick in your mouth possibly hundreds of times per day, though, eating utensils often go unconsidered. Like underwear or oxygen, you only really notice them when they aren't there.
I thought about this while eating beef ramen with my hands in desperation as my dishwasher churned, brimming with every utensil I own/have stolen from work. In this moment of reflection, I realized two things: 1) I really have to start planning ahead, and 2) I have no idea where our utensils come from, or why we use the ones we do.
Forks. Spoons. Chopsticks. Where do they come from? Who invented them? And perhaps more importantly, what the eff is up with sporks? I considered these questions while I picked noodles out of the bowl with my fingers, and immediately after I finished, I set out to find answers.