But Can You Throw It?

Every once in a while, I become enthralled with some new toy. That toy becomes the object of much research, thought, and appeal. Last August, a digital camera was the focus of my attention. (Pun intended.) Recently, it's been a new addition to my relatively meager collection of kitchen gadgets. (I don't cook all that often. Certainly nowhere near as often as S- would like. But I really enjoy it when I do.) I first spied it at a local Kitchen Bazaar store. It was shiny, sharp, and oh-so-cool. I surfed the web looking for recommendations. I found them. All sorts of people I've never heard of love it. What better recommendation could there be? I was back and forth. Should I get it? Should I not? I already have something similar. It's really expensive.

This coming weekend we're having a big party. My tabouli has already been requested. So much chopping and dicing... I couldn't take it any longer. It's on its way. It'll be here Wednesday.

The Wusthof Grand Prix Santoku knife. Seven inches of high-carbon, razor-sharp, kitchen-gadget stainless steel.

What can I say? It's a little slice of heaven.

Pun intended.
K-