Kitchen Knife

That was Mr. Wu, wasn't it?

I often repeat his vulgarity of choice (in the same accent) when mildly annoyed. I won't repeat it here. The language is a bit rough on that show, even by my standards.

Pigs...not a bad idea. Until I run out of room mates, anyway. Then it's on to the neighbors I suppose.
 
Dave get yourself some elderly roomates. Then after the pigs are all done the Social Security checks keep rolling in. LOL. (JUST KIDDING)

Language on that show is bad, but I love it none the less. HBO programming is good stuff.
 
Posted by Dave Rishar.
That knife up there is a Japanese kitchen knife. I paid a lot of money for it. It features a very hard, very brittle high carbon core with stainless laminations on the outside to provide support and corrosion resistance.
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Just being nosey Dave - Kasumi??
 
I had this cast iron skillet-- inherited it from my Mother, 50 years of cooking greasy crust cornbread, never a drop of soap-- just wiped it down using salt as an abrasive if needed. Had this young Canadian honey over for a "Welcome to the South" Alabama home style meat and veggie dinner. So successful she stayed over. She got up the next morning and decided to impress me with her domestic skills-- I awoke to find my cornbread skillet scoured with steel wool. That was 30 years ago, and I have little recollection of the evening, but the morning is stilled burned into my memory.
 
My mother would periodically throw all her cast iron skillets into the dishwasher.... and all the carving knives.
Still does, too.



munk
 
Alagator said:
I had this cast iron skillet-- inherited it from my Mother, 50 years of cooking greasy crust cornbread, never a drop of soap-- just wiped it down using salt as an abrasive if needed. Had this young Canadian honey over for a "Welcome to the South" Alabama home style meat and veggie dinner. So successful she stayed over. She got up the next morning and decided to impress me with her domestic skills-- I awoke to find my cornbread skillet scoured with steel wool. That was 30 years ago, and I have little recollection of the evening, but the morning is stilled burned into my memory.
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That reminds me of an amusing story John Blofeld relates in his book, "City of Lingering Splendor." Blofeld was a prolific writer on asian religions, but he did write other stuff. City of Lingering Splendor is about his experiences in Beijing in the 1930s, prior to and then after the Japanese invasion. He writes of the wonderful old culture of courtesy and hospitality, the picnics to scenic spots, the unique courtesans, and of course the food, for which the city has been long famous. In one chapter he writes of his hosts taking him to a restaurant where there is a fire under a large, domed, cast iron grill. The guests are given strips of meat which they lay on the grill and then take off when done. He finds the food delicious, but remarks to the hosts that it might be even better if they would clean the grill. The host and the restaurant manager are horrified. They explain that the grill hasn't been cleaned for 400 years, and now that it is properly seasoned it can give the food the proper flavor.

I like cast iron. I like pretty girls too. Cast iron pans are tough and can be reseasoned fairly easily. (despite the legends) The seasoning on a cast iron pan isn't worth breaking a pretty girl's heart. Pretty girls can be delicate.

Come to think of it, pretty girls with cast iron pans in their hands can be formidible. But that's another story ...
 
....Mom was cooking and got real pissed at Dad one evening. She picked up the cast iron skillet, 8" or 9", and heaved it at him. Dad ducked and the skillet hit the wall behind him, leaving a dent in the plaster. I came home and wanted to know what made the dent. I was always happy in those days to see evidence someone besides myself lost it....


munk
 
My parents have started to appreciate sharp knives. They treat them accordingly, and dont put them in the dish washer anymore. They even started to cut on cutting boards instead of ceramic plates.

I have teached my roomate how to treat the carbon steel blades, he doesn't leave them wet etc. He's getting used to sharp blades as well, even starts complaining sometimes "Hey, I think this one needs sharpening!".
 
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