I just know y’all have been waiting eagerly for me to update the kitchen knife dilemma.
So I’m pleased to inform you I was right!
Finally — long after my son Domer and I returned the set of brand-name knives to its manufacturer, with a nice note saying they wouldn’t cut and requesting a replacement — finally, the knives arrived back to Domer’s domicile.
‘How do they work now?’ I asked him over the phone when he announced their return.
‘They’re individually wrapped and look new,’ he said. ‘I think they’ll be fine.’
And, for me at least, that seemed to be the end of the story.
Enter Grandma, who was horrified to hear her grandson was riding the Struggle Bus with some kitchen equipment.
‘You can cut yourself more easily with a dull knife than with a sharp one,’ she reminded me, quoting my late dad who used to say the same thing as he sharpened all the knives in the house.
Trying to distract her from worrying over Domer’s problem (which I thought we’d solved) was futile. Avidly, she browsed store ads in search of just the right set of knives.
And, when she found them, she sent me an hour up the road to the store to purchase them and then downtown to the post office to mail them to Domer in the Land of the North.
Last night, he informed me they’d arrived.
‘These are awesome!’ he said. ‘Heavy and sharp, just the way knives ought to be. I’ll bet they let me chop like the Food Network chefs do, rather than having to saw my food.’
‘They say they’ll never need sharpening,’ I told him. ‘But since you’re used to a dull knife, be extra careful ’til you get used to the new ones.’
(It’s a mom’s prerogative to warn and worry, you know!)
And what does Domer plan to do with the replacement set, the knives that saw rather than slice?
‘I think I’ll donate them to charity,’ said my darling son (easy to be generous with stuff mama paid for!!)