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John called me at work - he is pissed. Dad was grinding stuff up in the disposal, and somehow John's favorite chef's knife wound up going down the drain, I don't know how you can miss a foot-long sharp knife that would stick out of the drain at least 6"! Dad is making noises like "It's not my fault, it must've fell in there from the counter when I went to check the dryer." Why was he even leaving the sink when the disposal was on?! There are two chips in the edge near the guard and the handle is all dinged up.
John's beloved Henckel has seen him through trade school, jobs at several restaurants, the chancellor's office where we met, and 5 years as a meat cutter. He is really quite an artist wielding it; knives are his brushes and pots, pans and plates his canvas. He almost cried last year when he took it in to be reground when it would no longer hold an edge. I wonder if it can be done again, but he tells me it would completely spoil the balance. He tells me now he was planning on leaving it to one of the kids, but now it's ruined. I don't know though; it might still be a servicable learning tool for them at least. He spent the evening hiding in the bedroom and being depressed - I can't blame him.
My poor knife-happy hubby. I am constantly having to remind him not to scare people. I am used to it; my father always carried a pocket knife, and I have been known to on occasion myself. I wore a small one as part of my wedding costume. They come in handy, when table knife at the restaurant is not sharp enough or a package needs opening. Some people seem to think, though, that if you carry a knife it must be a weapon and not just a tool. John is always getting looks as if he is some kind of serial killer if he happens to cut a string with one in public.
We were both interested in getting into knife making a few years ago - then we had kids. I would still like to learn how to do the scrimshaw type stuff for the scales. We went to a knife show in Las Vegas a few years ago - wow, some of those are really pure artwork. Beautiful stuff, especially the damascus steel blades. Tiny folding knives the size of my fingernail - almost like jewelry.
Well, by now you're scared of me
John's beloved Henckel has seen him through trade school, jobs at several restaurants, the chancellor's office where we met, and 5 years as a meat cutter. He is really quite an artist wielding it; knives are his brushes and pots, pans and plates his canvas. He almost cried last year when he took it in to be reground when it would no longer hold an edge. I wonder if it can be done again, but he tells me it would completely spoil the balance. He tells me now he was planning on leaving it to one of the kids, but now it's ruined. I don't know though; it might still be a servicable learning tool for them at least. He spent the evening hiding in the bedroom and being depressed - I can't blame him.
My poor knife-happy hubby. I am constantly having to remind him not to scare people. I am used to it; my father always carried a pocket knife, and I have been known to on occasion myself. I wore a small one as part of my wedding costume. They come in handy, when table knife at the restaurant is not sharp enough or a package needs opening. Some people seem to think, though, that if you carry a knife it must be a weapon and not just a tool. John is always getting looks as if he is some kind of serial killer if he happens to cut a string with one in public.
We were both interested in getting into knife making a few years ago - then we had kids. I would still like to learn how to do the scrimshaw type stuff for the scales. We went to a knife show in Las Vegas a few years ago - wow, some of those are really pure artwork. Beautiful stuff, especially the damascus steel blades. Tiny folding knives the size of my fingernail - almost like jewelry.
Well, by now you're scared of me
