The Flexible Orange Spatula of Death

Charlotte sent me some goodies for my birthday. This spatula is one of them. It works very well, and I'm a man who owns a bunch of spatulas. This thing gets under anything. Pictured here is a sublime tomato, from the Farmers' Market, on my massive iron griddle.
She sent me a colorful dishtowel, which is draped over my shoulder off-camera here. I'm never in the kitchen without a towel over my shoulder. I haven't explored the intricacies of my other items yet. She sent me a little bottle of pure orange oil; I might do some dessert crimes with that.