Wowbagger
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Well it happened . . . when I least expected it. It must have took much fortitude for her to do it.
She really doesnt want to talk knives or see them on the computer screen; creeps her out.
But she's trying.
She is a nonrepresentational fine artist; paints in oils.
She said to me today "I NEED to buy more paint".
I said just substitute the word knife for paint and you will understand the knife people I am talking with on Blade Forums. I think there might have been a slight moment of "OH" before the "Those guys scare me . . . they like sharp things and automatic weapons " settled back down into its acustomed nest.
Anyway what she did, what THE CHEF did, was to send me a link in an e-mail . . . a few excerpts follow. I have cut out a bunch but if you want to read it all look for David Lebovitz My Favorite Knife 3-16-16:
[The Chef . . . maybe Ill keep her after all].
My favorite knife
No matter where I go, or where I move to, my knives come with me.
my favorite paring knife*. . . its still the*most cherished item in my batterie de cuisine.
in the Bay Area, before parking tickets tipped the $100 mark*in San Francisco, I would double-park and run into Columbus Cutlery to drop off, or pick up my knives left for sharpening. I didnt trust my knives to anyone else to sharpen my knifes and I still dont like to bring my knives in for sharpening anywhere else because I dont trust anyone, no matter how competent they are. (Its just one of my*things ) My philosophy on the best way to keep your knives sharp is to not let anyone else use them.
no one was allowed to touch them without written permission.
One day, my paring knife disappeared. In restaurant kitchens, its a big no-no to*use someone elses knife without asking. (Preferably in writing.) Once, the head chef grabbed my chefs knife and used the heel of it*to bust a hole in the top of a tin of olive oil. Ouch! I still cringe thinking about it today.
No matter how much I kept an eye on it, my*paring knife went wayward one night. I was distraught and it was never to be seen again, no matter how much I turned the place*upside down, mobilizing the entire restaurant to find it for me.
(The only time I threw a worse fit was when Barbra Streisand had come in for the dinner on my night off and*the next morning, they told me about it, but no one though to call me and let me know. Consequently, I wouldnt talk to anyone in the restaurant for at least two weeks after that.)
I had that knife since my 20s, and its decades later and I still have it. It came back to me by serendipity:*it turned up ten years later in one of the silverware trays in the restaurant. A busboy found it and knowing that it was a cooks knife, he asked around if anyone knew whose knife it was. I was stunned to see it again, and it was, remarkably, still in pretty good shape. Since then, we have not been separated (my knife and I, not me and the busboy)
Friedrich Herder Abr. Sohn, Constant-werk, Stahlwarenfabrik is one of the oldest firms in Solingen tracing its roots back to 1623. The family was involved in the knife business for more 200 years before Friedrich registered the company in Solingen in 1840.*They seem to have gone out of business
Im pretty much*over letting others touch my knives. And Im almost over not getting to meet Barbra Streisand. *Almost.
She really doesnt want to talk knives or see them on the computer screen; creeps her out.
But she's trying.
She is a nonrepresentational fine artist; paints in oils.
She said to me today "I NEED to buy more paint".
I said just substitute the word knife for paint and you will understand the knife people I am talking with on Blade Forums. I think there might have been a slight moment of "OH" before the "Those guys scare me . . . they like sharp things and automatic weapons " settled back down into its acustomed nest.
Anyway what she did, what THE CHEF did, was to send me a link in an e-mail . . . a few excerpts follow. I have cut out a bunch but if you want to read it all look for David Lebovitz My Favorite Knife 3-16-16:
[The Chef . . . maybe Ill keep her after all].
My favorite knife
No matter where I go, or where I move to, my knives come with me.
my favorite paring knife*. . . its still the*most cherished item in my batterie de cuisine.
in the Bay Area, before parking tickets tipped the $100 mark*in San Francisco, I would double-park and run into Columbus Cutlery to drop off, or pick up my knives left for sharpening. I didnt trust my knives to anyone else to sharpen my knifes and I still dont like to bring my knives in for sharpening anywhere else because I dont trust anyone, no matter how competent they are. (Its just one of my*things ) My philosophy on the best way to keep your knives sharp is to not let anyone else use them.
no one was allowed to touch them without written permission.
One day, my paring knife disappeared. In restaurant kitchens, its a big no-no to*use someone elses knife without asking. (Preferably in writing.) Once, the head chef grabbed my chefs knife and used the heel of it*to bust a hole in the top of a tin of olive oil. Ouch! I still cringe thinking about it today.
No matter how much I kept an eye on it, my*paring knife went wayward one night. I was distraught and it was never to be seen again, no matter how much I turned the place*upside down, mobilizing the entire restaurant to find it for me.
(The only time I threw a worse fit was when Barbra Streisand had come in for the dinner on my night off and*the next morning, they told me about it, but no one though to call me and let me know. Consequently, I wouldnt talk to anyone in the restaurant for at least two weeks after that.)
I had that knife since my 20s, and its decades later and I still have it. It came back to me by serendipity:*it turned up ten years later in one of the silverware trays in the restaurant. A busboy found it and knowing that it was a cooks knife, he asked around if anyone knew whose knife it was. I was stunned to see it again, and it was, remarkably, still in pretty good shape. Since then, we have not been separated (my knife and I, not me and the busboy)
Friedrich Herder Abr. Sohn, Constant-werk, Stahlwarenfabrik is one of the oldest firms in Solingen tracing its roots back to 1623. The family was involved in the knife business for more 200 years before Friedrich registered the company in Solingen in 1840.*They seem to have gone out of business
Im pretty much*over letting others touch my knives. And Im almost over not getting to meet Barbra Streisand. *Almost.
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