kitchen pr0n, zomgwtf.
Once all the gift-procurement starts coming out of the same bank account you share with the recipient, gift-giving starts to resemble “permission to spend money on something you wouldn’t necessarily have bought for yourself otherwise.” In that spirit, my birthday gift to Tom this year was a nice new set of Wusthof knives, since we love the chef’s knife we received as a wedding gift so much.
When I told Tom what his gift was, he said, “I’m thinking we need a good bread knife.”
What I SAID was, “Then let’s go find you one, baby.” What I THOUGHT was, “Bread knife? Really?! What makes a person yearn for a bread knife of all possible knives?”
So off to Williams-Sonoma we went, to get a small knife-block and shiny new German knives to go in it. Including a bread knife.
This weekend, I used this bread knife on some ciabatta we had bought to go with the pasta e fagioli I made on Saturday.
Oh.
My.
Heavens.
WHY did no one ever tell me how wonderful a good bread knife is?! I had no idea that slicing crusty bread could be so easy, so… so FUN.
The new knives? They are The Sex.
October 24th, 2007 at 11:43 am
Oh I took my gourmet cooking hobby far past the point of sensible some years ago and learned that, yes, at least where cooking is concerned, there is no sexier a feeling than holding a piece of steel as it sinks through a roast under its own weight, creating slices you can see through.