I was browsing through my journal this morning and came upon an entry from June that I thought added to Day 2’s knife story. So here it is.
Knives. Weapons anywhere else; a lifeline in the kitchen. A commodity. A status symbol. You have a good knife and don’t need a house knife? Then you already have moved up in importance. No one touches your knives without permission. Knives are bought and sold among the ranks, switching owners. [almost as quickly as people switch lovers] Cut yourself on a new knife, suddenly you are married to your blade.
I have never seen something quite like the importance of a good knife in the kitchen. Why, just two weeks ago Coffeeman came to William Turner and I and showed us this beautiful knife, that he proceded to say, “I brought that one in (a Kuma) so just in case you all needed a knife on the board, you could grab it. But if I see any of you near this knife, you are dead.” Or something to that affect. Turns out, his knife is a Wusthof. Yeah, you don’t mess with a $200+ knife.
A facebook friend posted for me today….. “The poet with sharp, pretty weapons…”
Why yes, yes I am. I forgot to mention I carry two pocket knives with me at work as well. One of these three.
Two of them are spring assist, which means I don’t have to put too much pressure on the opening latch and it swings out. You know that bug-eyed look Will Turner does on Pirates of the Caribbean? Yeah, well our William Turner does the exact same thing. He looks so like Turner it’s scary.
And not long ago, when I had the blue handled knife, Coffeeman asked where the pretty knife was. The rainbow filligree knife that says Femme Fatale and has roses engraved in the steel… Yeah. Sleeping Beauty could have used that knife…