25 July 2007

I Like My Knives Sharp, and My Meat Previously Living

I have a set of knives that I bought online. They were from J.A. Henckles. You can't even buy them anymore. They're gone.

The knives came with a sharpening steel, and because of this, I felt they were obviously meant to be sharpened.

There wasn't a warning on the package though. No mention of a problem.

I've never seen anything documented on this before. I never knew it existed. Is there something wrong with me?

Am I crazy?

Why can't I stop sharpening these knives? I can already cut frozen chicken like butter.

I can already slice green onions by moving the onions to the knife.

When you hear of an atomic explosion in Apple Valley. That will be me. Finished. My knife will have finally split the atom.

Where was the warning on that?

4 comments:

Jenifer said...

When I got married, someone gave me a set of Cutco knives as a wedding gift. They were great. Until I cut off the tip of my finger, including the nail. Yup, they sure do cut like a dream. A very bad dream.

Zoozookrazi said...

knife addiction?

RonnyGunz said...

Not really knife addiction. I think my problem is that I like to have nice things. And I like to keep those things nice, if it's possible to keep them nice.

With knives, the way to keep them nice is rust free and sharpened. They'll never see the inside of a dishwasher... but they can always be sharpened.

Jeremy QA Gibbens said...

Actually there won't be an explosion. What will happen is that as you go to slice off a hunk of prime rib, the knife will puncture the space-time continuum, opening a gateway to the past through which matter an energy can pass. Throw in a tennis ball and see if it hits Carol Anne in the head.