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I've been using an 8" chef's knife for years. "This is just feeling small to me," I told my husband one recent night as I reached for the steel. "I think I'm ready to graduate up." Without a word, he ordered me a new 10" knife. It arrived today.
It's a beautiful thing. Sleek and sharp, it glided sensually through tonight's herbs and vegetables and chicken. It's like it's been mine always.
I didn't know a knife could be sexy. Bring it on.
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that, if you ask me, is an excellent husband you've got there. not to mention an excellent knife.
a thing of beauty is a joy forever! (both husband & knife :)
Posted by: bluejeangourmet | June 29, 2009 at 10:05 PM
Thanks, Nishta. Yes, both are keepers :-)
Posted by: Meg Houston Maker | June 29, 2009 at 10:07 PM