Wednesday's Neurosis: The Chopping Block...

Oh how our culinary lives have been enriched by our prized kitchen knives!  For years He-Man wished for good, solid knives while with every mentioning of such desire, I had visions of serious appendage injuries and blood loss.  (And that's not even factoring our children into the equation.)

It wasn't until a chat with a chef that my worries were dispelled and I realized the dull, cheap second-hand knives we were using had greater potential for destruction than a slick and quick slicer and dicer.  Shortly thereafter, He-Man's birthday present consisted of a Henckels block and knives and a cake to christen them with. 

Since then, neither one of us could imagine preparing food without them.  They have their own special spot right by the marble cutting block.  And when not in use, they MUST be stored like this.

Notice the uniformity in their placement.  Beautiful.  They say, "Pick me!  Pick me...to slice that juicy tomato over on the counter. I promise to slice right through it and not even make you bleed."  Very courteous aren't they?

 

 

Recently, someone, who shall remain nameless, discovered how funny it is to make mom/wife crazy by messing with yin yang balance of the cutlery world.  Sure!  It's fun to see mom implode! 

You might ask, "How does one accomplish such a thing?" 

Feast your eyes upon this and tell me; DOES THAT NOT MAKE YOU CRAZY?!

What snarky-clever person doesn't seem to realize is that opposite to an angel getting his wings every time a bells rings is that every time a knife is purposely misplaced within its block, somewhere in the world, a teenage mutant ninja turtle receives a flesh wound.  

For the love of samurai ninjas everywhere, PUT THE KNIVES AWAY IN THEIR PROPER POSITIONS. 

It is up to us to save the turtles.