Even since I was a kid, I've always loved knives.
Yes, my father was in the Army so maybe I was predisposed to like all things "death-y" but as cool as guns and missiles and cannons and tanks and F-14's are, I've always had a special-kind-of-boner for knives.
I mean, what non-idiotic kid didn't think Snake Eye was the coolest GI Joe?
He was a fucking Ninja.
I mean, come on...
Before I scare anyone into thinking I was some death bent weirdo kid with random bones and posters of weapons in his room, let me assure you that I didn't stab things or torture animals or anything.
I just always liked the way they looked and the magic way a sharp knife cut innocent things like tree branches and sisters...
Probably Rambo had a lot to do with it as well. I thought survival knives were pretty cool for a good portion of my life.
Even before I decided to do it for a living, I was always the one waiter that was in the kitchen buying knives from the reps of whatever company was there.
So it isn't totally surprising to me that I managed to love the only other profession/hobby outside of "pirate" where knives are worshiped as much as they are in the kitchen.
So when Korin did a knife sharpening demo at school a couple weeks ago, I was powerless to resist the undeniable power-over-me allure that multiple really sharp knives have, and I got a pretty sexy new chef's knife. You know, cause I'm a "chef" now.
So here it is, my new best friend...
I can only assume that this means "awesome new knife" in Japanese...
I'll admit that it's a little bit ridiculous to put a picture of an Asian knife on a bamboo cutting board. I mean, what exactly am I trying to say? "Look how Asian I am?"
It's a pretty knife though...
And one more time because it might be the coolest picture ever...
So will it cut my hand or fingers off? I don't know. More than likely I'll do something stupid like drop it, or mess it up beyond recognition when I try, feebly, to sharpen it. But I love it. And when you love something, sometimes you drop them and break or chip their blades. That's what love is.
Sadly, I have to go. There's a "pretend to be a chef for a day" opportunity that I'd be retarded to be late for...
So until next time, enjoy being jealous of my knife.
Loves and kisses,
n*
