Besides my bed, I missed two things on vacation, my big red pot and my kitchen knives. Christopher assured me that I would not need my cast iron soup pot on vacation so I didn't bring it to North Carolina (I did try!), but my knives were not around to be stowed in my bags. I sent them away to be sharpened. They needed it! They were so dull.
They're back and they're SHARP. Man! I have cut my fingers 6 six times already. My left hand is especially hurting. I am missing the fingernail on my index finger (I sliced it right off) and I have a deep cut down the middle (hence the gauze in the above photo). I have assorted nicks on the other appendages. Must. Slow. Down. While. Chopping.
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Where do you send knives to be sharpened? My one excellent knife has been sharpened weekly (or near weekly) for 6 or 8 years now, and is no longer holding a sharpening. I've been thinking that maybe I should take it someplace. I can't imagine living without it, though.
No time to slow down!
I keep thinking mine need to be sharpened (they're horribly dull) but, like Susan, I can't imagine living without my few favorites that need it.
That and I'm very good at procrastinating.
There's a place in WFB that does it and, if you can wait, they are at the farmer's market on Cathedral Square and sharpen on the spot. I'm kicking myself for not taking advantage this summer.
Chicken Noodle Soup!? :)
Also, if I learned one thing from this it's that I'm scared to have my future knives sharpened...:)
Love,
Grace
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