We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I just rec'd a set of high end knives for Christmas so this is very timely. Especially now that I find myself in the kitchen more. As a carpenter, I understand and keep knives sharp but now I can use them properly. Thanks
Mark Twain, in Life on the Mississippi, insisted that the secret to a successful restaurant is sharp knives.
Assistant VIllage Idiot
Every time my husband and I visit his parents, we end up doing all the cooking - his dad won't and his mom has bad arthritis.
They have horrible knives - haven't been sharpened since my husband, who is 46, can remember. No potato peeler, but we are supposed to peel everything.
A few years ago, we gave them a really good chef's knife for Christmas - and his dad still wanted us to use the bad knives: http://diaryofagolddigger.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-we-get-worse-presents-than.html