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.