In 10 Days We Get Our Knives Back!

I remember my Grandma complaining about my parents’ knives when I was a little kid.  I think she eventually got so fed up with them and bought them new ones, or my parents finally just bought them on their own.  It was a long time ago, so I don’t really remember.  But I thought it was funny that she cared so much about the knives.  This same Grandma also thought we needed new plates and bowls, and bought them for us too.  Which, maybe we did, I don’t know, but now we use both old and new sets at my parents’ house.

I did eventually figure out why knives were important, and, when I was old enough to begin cutting vegetables, my Mom taught me that dull knives were more dangerous than sharp knives, and to be very careful.  With all knives, for the record.  When we bought our first nice knives, I was adamant about them being good quality.  It was one of the things I wanted to spend more money on to get a higher-quality product that would last longer.  But when we were packing to move down here, I obviously couldn’t pack the whole knife block in my suitcase!  We were already over our 50 pound limit (I can’t remember, have I told this story?  The one where we put our suitcases on the scale and they were both over 50 pounds, so we had to put the extra weight into our carry-ons, and Nate’s was already full of books and paperwork, and his handle broke before we made it through security, and we were already late for our flight, so he had to carry the thing through the airport while running?  And then our baggage didn’t arrive with us and Nate almost had nothing to wear for his first day of work?  True story.)

Refocusing.  My other Grandma gave us this cute picnic set when we got married and we basically cannibalized it for stuff to bring with us.

Something like this picnic basket

We took the plastic plates and cups, and with it (although I don’t think they actually came together) was this little knife set in a little carrying case.

Our knives in their wood, leather, and blue velvet carrying case

Perfect!  So those were the knives we took with us.  Two knives that turned out to be mostly dull when we got here.  Because I didn’t think to actually USE one before we left.  Those are still the knives I use most often, BUT, during our first trip back to Cincy, Erin SAVED MY KNIFE SANITY.  Seriously.  She had a knife set she’d gotten for free with something, and, since she also prioritizes good knives, she didn’t need.  So she gave them to me and they basically changed my cooking life.  The knives aren’t high quality by any means, but there are many of them, which means I can cut up vegetables and meat at the same time, and they come with a sharpener!  Which means I could rescue the knives that I had and keep the new ones in good working condition.

While my knife situation has certainly improved since we first got here, I’m very excited to have good knives back!

PS: I had no idea I had so much to say on the subject of kitchen knives.  Sorry 😦

10 Days

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