My mother didn't use her cooking utensils to beat us kids. I mean there was one time where she hit me on the head with a hand can opener, but that was because she found a bunch of empty cans in the upstairs crawl space where I hid my stolen goods because my mother starved us as kids so I had to resort to stealing food to survive(Try being in the 3rd grade and going without breakfast, lunch or dinner for 7 days straight) and I needed thr can ipener to get into the cans.. My mother favored other instruments of pain. Her back scrubbing shower brush, an extention cord, belt, a 1x4 board, fashioned into a paddle with the words, "The Equalizer" engraved down the side edge and holes drilled into it, a belt, and fly swatters.