Wives and fine kitchen knives just don't seem to mix.
Last Christmas I presented my mother with the gift of a Japanese Santoku. It is the sharpest knife she has ever owned. My fiancée took one look and said that she hates the knife due to its rustic look. She wants "good stuff,” AKA the stuff you see in Macy’s. Never mind the fact that my mom’s Santoku works better than any Western blade I've ever used. So when we get married next year we will register for a set of overpriced, butt-ugly blades.
It should work out though. She can have her brand name stuff. I’ll keep my own set of kitchen knives. I know those knives will be sharp.
Last Christmas I presented my mother with the gift of a Japanese Santoku. It is the sharpest knife she has ever owned. My fiancée took one look and said that she hates the knife due to its rustic look. She wants "good stuff,” AKA the stuff you see in Macy’s. Never mind the fact that my mom’s Santoku works better than any Western blade I've ever used. So when we get married next year we will register for a set of overpriced, butt-ugly blades.
It should work out though. She can have her brand name stuff. I’ll keep my own set of kitchen knives. I know those knives will be sharp.
