My Favorite Gift…

Because it doesn’t take much to make me happy, I took a little of my Christmas cash and bought a really good knife.  (Too much Rachel Ray and Paula Deen, I freely admit.)  I wanted to cut and chop and dice and slice with the same sort of ease, and my dear little paring knife was no longer getting the job done to my satisfaction.

I bring home Super Knife and immediately slice an apple for my son.  Heaven, people, the ease with which this knife worked.  I was, in a word, delighted.  And I immediately made the knife Off Limits to my children.

“Do not touch my knife.  It’s mine, it’s very sharp.  Don’t touch it.” 

Evidently there was a breakdown in communication here, because even though I thought I’d made myself clear, the first time I left the kids here alone with my knife, I came home and found something sticky all over it, the counters, the cabinets and the floor.  But you know what?  It was the strangest thing.  No one knew what had happened.  No one had touched my knife.  No one knew how the sticky stuff got all over the kitchen, much less how it had touched and tainted the beloved blade of my brand new knife.  I threatened to take away TV privileges and my daughter cracked like a stale Saltine.

“He did it!  He was throwing tangerines up into the air and cutting them with your knife!  It was him!”  She even demonstrated for me.  A pause then, “Am I gonna lose my TV?”

I looked at my son and waited.  Finally, a slow guilty smile slid over his lips.  “It’s a great knife, Mom.”

We bonded over the blade in that moment.  I made him clean up the mess and took his TV away for two hours.  Because I am such a hard-ass.

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7 Responses to “My Favorite Gift…”

  1. Ginger Says:

    You are such a softy…. Where did you get this knife? Might purchase one myself.

  2. Kimberly Says:

    Two hours? You are a softie…

  3. Rhonda Says:

    Ginger, I got it at Wal-Mart, where all my fine things come from.

    Kimberly, I know. I just can’t help myself.

  4. Danniele Says:

    I have serious knife-envy.

    I’m thinking of ordering one tomorrow at a Pampered Chef party. I haven’t had knew knives since I got married 12 years ago. Not a good thing…

  5. Fedora Says:

    That does sound like a lovely knife!

    Glad you had DS clean up–at least he understands the power of a good kitchen tool!

    WalMart, eh?

  6. Rhonda Says:

    Danniele, it sure makes chopping a whole lot more fun. I diced an onion today and cried tears of joy.

    Fedora, I live in a small town in Alabama. There’s a Target and a Linens-N-Things across the river–about 20-25 minutes away–but most of the time I just don’t go over there. Sad, I know, but it seems like the older I get, the closer I stay to home. And Wal-Mart is just about the only game in town around here.

  7. Fedora Says:

    I know the feeling–I used to think I was such the adventurous type, but I think that the older I get, the more my innate home-body self asserts itself. And any time a knife provides tears of joy is a day to celebrate indeed!