Let me explain.
17 years ago when Charles and I got married, one of our gifts was a set of everyday tableware. Meant to be a touch classier than the usual, it included a jam spoon, which was distinguishable from the standard spoon by the scallop of the bowl itself.
Since that day, 3 years ago, the spoon has been fought over at nearly every snack, meal or occasion that features food. Which, of course, is nearly every moment of every day.
I never knew I left working in a highly competitive field to open a buffet.