Sharp Knives
There’s a knife-sharpener guy who has been sitting out by the side of the road near the grocery store for a couple of months now. Every time I drive past Mountain Man Knife Sharpening, I think I should take my knives to him, and yesterday, when I saw he was in his truck, I turned around, went home, and got my horribly dull knives.
Patrick used to sharpen my knives for me, and even though I’ve got a stone, and the oil, I never got around to it. So they’ve gotten progressively more useless.
Well, for three bucks a piece, Mr. Mountain Man sharpened them all right up. Now all I want to do is cut tomatoes all day long. They’re so wonderful. No wonder I used to like those knives.
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Boy, there’s nothing like sharp knives. Love them! I’ve been enjoying your blog… we’re almost neighbors!
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