I haven't yet ventured into gnomish cuisine (no worries -- I will get there, Gentle Reader), but before I do, it's vital to mention the spork, which is perhaps the most gnomish of eating utensils one could ever imagine. Not quite a spoon, not quite a fork, both, and neither -- such quizzically chimerical qualities are reflective of gnomish engineering at its finest.
First introduced in the late 19th Century, the spork is yet another bit of Victorian detritus foisted upon the rest of humanity, no doubt by an enterprising gnome. If you went on a field trip to Gnomeland, guaranteed they'd be eating with sporks, there. Even the word sounds stupid, makes you feel stupid for saying it. "Can you pass the sporks, Fizzle?"
You know what other utensils gnomes use at their table, besides the spork? The spife, the knork, and the sporf. Absolutely in the spirit of pointless innovation at the heart of gnomish values. But the spork is, and always will be, the flagship of gnomish cutlery, and so had to get the attention it deserves.
I'm not even dignifying the spork by putting a picture of it here. You know what it is. Avoid it.
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