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Day 194 ~ March 12, 2012 & Guest-Directed Self Portrait #10
A Tale of Two Knives
ONE - My 9-inch Kasumi santoku-style chef’s knife
When I was growing up, I would spend weekends at my dads. I would watch my father make meals for my brother and I and they were so much more than the standard “sustain you” kind of meals I got while at my moms house. I don’t mean to take away anything from my mom, but my dad just had this *way* with food (The man loves to roast a turkey so much, even the Super Bowl is a reason to make one).
He passed on the desire to make food for people on to me (seriously… lemme melt your face sometime), and when he asked what special thing I would like for my 30th birthday, I said that I would love to have a great chef’s knife.
This astounding piece of bamboo-handled Japanese steel has been a steady friend since.
TWO - My Grandfather’s antler-handled buck knife
It wasn’t until he was dead that I realized how much of a badass my grandpa was. I mean, the man died while carving a replica tommy-gun for my cousin.
‘nuff said.
that
(Source: mortalcompass365)
Reblogged from GuestDirectedSelf.
