I made soup today.
Its sort of a family tradition around here, that a few days after the big turkey day, the family comes over for the soup. This last one was a 20 pound turkey so there were some left overs, plus a nice big carcass to boil down for stock. A few days ago I made stock from the carcass and let it sit in the fridge to do something, I'm not sure what. For some reason stock, soups, spagetti sause and chilli seems to get better after a day or two in the fridge.
This morning I set to making the soup. There were carrots, cellery, and left over turkey to slice and dice, not to mention an onion. I decided to use the oldest knife I have. I'm not sure how old it is, but I remember mom using it in her kitchen to reduce food to edible sizes.
Its an old French Sabatier chefs knife that has been sharpened so many times in the last 60 years its starting to look a little like a boning knife. I can still remember mom using it when I was a real wee one, and like alot of the women of the day, sharpening it on the smooth flagstones of the patio much to dad's horror when he saw her do it.
I was about 6 or 7 at the time, and I thought dad was going to blow his stack. Instead he calmly walked over to mom and gently took the knife from her and told her if it ever needs sharpening again, please tell him and he'll take care of it on the big carborundum stone in the kitchen drawer. Please don't do that again. I have to hand it to dad, he was pretty calm about things.
Today the old carbon blade is a very dark grey from all the veggies its sliced and diced in the last 60 plus years, but I gave it a touch up on the Eze-lap diamond rod in the knife block and it was as keen as ever. It went through a whole bunch of cellery like it wasn't even there, carrots ended up in thin slices, and the onion never had a chance. Left over turkey meat? Done for.
I look on the other forum where they talk non-stop about super expensive Japanese kitchen knives made out of something blue and this white stuff. but today the old Sabatier made short work out of a whole big kettle of stuff now simmering on the stove.
When I was finished it was still slicer/dicer sharp, so I wiped down the blade and gave the old wood handle a light rubdown with some linseed oil. I think it was rosewood at some time in the distant past, but now the wood has darkened to an ebony hue. Still tight on the tang though.
I looked at the knife for a moment before it went back in the block. I'm sure there are more expensive knives out there, more modern ones with some flair to them and alot of recomedations from the new wave chefs. But this old dark bladed kitchen knife will serve a third generation of my family. My daughter and granddaughter have already said so.
I decline to argue with them on that point.
Its sort of a family tradition around here, that a few days after the big turkey day, the family comes over for the soup. This last one was a 20 pound turkey so there were some left overs, plus a nice big carcass to boil down for stock. A few days ago I made stock from the carcass and let it sit in the fridge to do something, I'm not sure what. For some reason stock, soups, spagetti sause and chilli seems to get better after a day or two in the fridge.
This morning I set to making the soup. There were carrots, cellery, and left over turkey to slice and dice, not to mention an onion. I decided to use the oldest knife I have. I'm not sure how old it is, but I remember mom using it in her kitchen to reduce food to edible sizes.
Its an old French Sabatier chefs knife that has been sharpened so many times in the last 60 years its starting to look a little like a boning knife. I can still remember mom using it when I was a real wee one, and like alot of the women of the day, sharpening it on the smooth flagstones of the patio much to dad's horror when he saw her do it.

I was about 6 or 7 at the time, and I thought dad was going to blow his stack. Instead he calmly walked over to mom and gently took the knife from her and told her if it ever needs sharpening again, please tell him and he'll take care of it on the big carborundum stone in the kitchen drawer. Please don't do that again. I have to hand it to dad, he was pretty calm about things.
Today the old carbon blade is a very dark grey from all the veggies its sliced and diced in the last 60 plus years, but I gave it a touch up on the Eze-lap diamond rod in the knife block and it was as keen as ever. It went through a whole bunch of cellery like it wasn't even there, carrots ended up in thin slices, and the onion never had a chance. Left over turkey meat? Done for.
I look on the other forum where they talk non-stop about super expensive Japanese kitchen knives made out of something blue and this white stuff. but today the old Sabatier made short work out of a whole big kettle of stuff now simmering on the stove.
When I was finished it was still slicer/dicer sharp, so I wiped down the blade and gave the old wood handle a light rubdown with some linseed oil. I think it was rosewood at some time in the distant past, but now the wood has darkened to an ebony hue. Still tight on the tang though.
I looked at the knife for a moment before it went back in the block. I'm sure there are more expensive knives out there, more modern ones with some flair to them and alot of recomedations from the new wave chefs. But this old dark bladed kitchen knife will serve a third generation of my family. My daughter and granddaughter have already said so.
I decline to argue with them on that point.