Og's post on the subject reminded me of this.
A few years back a friend lived not far away, and he loved to cook. But he only had some cheap-ass stainless kitchen knives.
So for his birthday, took a piece of coil spring, straightened it out, and forged it into a chef's knife with a 9" blade. Used epoxy and pins to put some walnut scales on for the grip, and gave it to him.
Man, he loved it! About a month later went over to visit and he said "Look at this!" and held out his left hand. No obvious scars, cuts, etc. He saw I didn't see it and said "Look at the fingernails". Sure enough, the nails on his first three fingers were cut back to the quick. Seems he'd had a party a few nights before and decided to make a big pot of jambalaya. When chopping veggies he'd always used the nails of his left hand to control the spacing as he sliced. He'd just dumped the stuff into the pot when he noticed his nails were gone.
No, nobody commented on crunchy bits in the dinner.
Now he's down in Texas married to a very nice lady. Who informed me that if there's ever a divorce, she gets the knife.
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