“One of these knives is not like the others,” I says to my 16-yeard-old son, I says. “It even has a special name: bread knife.”
Wow, ay? One of life’s lessons. Son wanted to cut his sub in half, but the big carving knife he chose didn’t do the job. I demonstrated with the proper instrument.
These aren’t even part of my original kitchen knife set, which are Chef Master. The bread knife met an unnatural demise back in the 80′s when my cousin came to room with me and her know-it-all boyfriend tried hacking his coconut with - of all things! – my bread knife! It had these nicely pronounced serated edges that were about half-inch scallops, and he dented the frick out them. I wrestled the knife out of his hands and promptly offered to pitch his coconut off my balcony (wrapped in a milk bag, of course, but that was just me being civil!).
Long story short, the coconut plunged 6 floors down to the parking lot, just missing my own car (karma’s a b—–, right?), and when I couldn’t afford to buy the replacement bread knife for my set I bought an entire new set – the name has been changed to protect their identity!
