There are few things I am possessive about, but among the most important are my husband, my family, my home, my laptop, my books and my knife.
Now, last year we took my knife camping with us and it unfortunately got packed away on our return under the boxes, sleeping bags and tent! So, I decided to make do with the knives we have…but they just didn’t cut the mustard, literally, or anything else for that matter. They were either blunt, or the wrong size, or the wrong weight, or the wrong thickness. In short I was dissatisfied with the alternatives. Okay, I’m spoilt. I admit it. Not one of them was my special knife. It’s not as though I enjoy cooking and it’s not as though I spend that much time in the kitchen. But I can’t bear a knife that doesn’t work properly. My husband is forever using the wrong knife – I’m a bit of a pain like that, one has to use the correct utensils – and doesn’t understand how I can miss a standard kitchen knife. Well, today I walked into the local cookshop and bought a new knife. It has a wonderful weight, the blade is the right thickness and width with a sharp edge and point. It chopped and beautifully. (And it was on sale!)
Now, I just need to find a way to stop everyone else using it! If I catch my husband using it to spread jam…