When I was younger, I would always watch my mom cook our meals in the kitchen. I would watch as she made stew and pasta and pizza. I would watch as she would make roast beef or meatloaf. I didn’t cook all that much myself, but I remember watching my mom cook and being very impressed.
My mom had a whole drawer full of knives that she has collected over the years. They aren’t scary knives, so don’t worry. She isn’t crazy. No, these are cooking knives. Knives for paring and knives for cutting bread. There are knives for cutting cheeses with and there are knives for cutting meats with. There are all sorts of knives in all sorts of shapes and sizes.
As you can imagine, from time to time these knives start to get a little dull. It is then that my mom will pull out her knife sharpeners and pick one out. There are knife sharpeners for big knives and some for the smaller knives. She will then, meticulously, wipe the blade of the knife carefully over the sharpener until it is sharp enough, once again to serve it’s purpose.
It’s a good memory that I have of my mom.