If my work had an actual security department, I would be in an afterschool special today.
I use Henckel knives. My mother used them and I have inherited the habit. Since they are expensive, I don’t want to sharpen them incorrectly. Which has led me to not sharpen them at all. But today, a kitchen store that sells the knives was having having a representative from Henckel do free knife sharpening. Perfect. I’ll go after work.
So, in other words, while I was at work, I had two, very large, rather deadly, kitchen knives in my backpack. Thankfully there is no metal detector, or trigger-happy rent-a-cops packing heat at work. But if there were, I don’t think they would have been pleased with me.
The kitchen store had a lot of cool gadgets. I don’t cook enough to justify most of them, but the hoarder in me would still like to get them. Do I really need a special pan just to make omlettes. And a pressure cooker? Not really.
Is a cooking store a good place to pick up chicks?
However, I am weak and did buy some stuff. Of course, it is hard to feel like a real man when you decide to buy six ramekins so you can make Crème brûlée. I didn’t get their butane torch, and they seemed rather upset when I suggested getting one from Canadian Tire, but it has got to be cheaper there. (Plus they will have the actual butane needed.)
If this was last month, I probably could have controlled myself and not gotten anything.
And I got a diamond edged knife sharpener. Defeating the purpose of going there.