Step one: Realise that all your kitchen knives are disgracefully blunt and neglected, squelching tomatoes, bouncing off butternut squash. Feeble sharpening device too ancient to make a difference. Go shopping.
Step two: Choose between old-fashioned sharpening steel (requiring technique) and whizzy new device in John Lewis (requiring basic ability to saw back and forth). Buy latter, as easier than learning proper technique with steel.
Step three: Have fun restoring every knife in the house to razor sharpness. Feel satisfied, even smug.
Step four: Enjoy newly-restored cutting/slicing/paring power of kitchen knives. Make gallons of soups and stews. Become more self-satisfied, more smug. Consider (briefly) making roses from vegetables.
Step five: Relax. Discover inability of razor-sharp knife to distinguish between carrots and fingers.
Step six: Recognise that a little blood goes a long, long way.
Step seven: Include Elastoplast as an essential element of one's batterie de cuisine.
Friday, 26 February 2010
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Lawl!!!!! Sorry, Rachel, but I had to. Steps four and five were pricelsss.
ReplyDeleteLast time I sharpened a knife too enthusiastically, I ended up in the same boat and it took me hours to find a plaster! I walked around like a nit with a hastily grabbed tea towel to catch the drips!LOL! Now have bunt knives, but three boxes of plasters at the ready...
ReplyDeleteOuch!
ReplyDeleteDid you check the soup for any extra bits of protein?
"Saw" that one coming I'm afraid.
ReplyDeleteThere's something very, very chilling about this post.
ReplyDeleteThis is so wonderfully wryly written!
ReplyDeleteI have been there and done that, including Jinksy's wandering around wrapped in a towel, checking periodically to see if my wound had healed.
Isn't it amazing how, when a Very Sharp Knife cuts you, it takes a second to realize that it's happened?
Oops!!! Hope all better now!
ReplyDeleteWhat a story. Well written and an eye opener.
ReplyDeleteQMM