I used to live with a chef – but since he cared about his knives more than he cared about me, it was destined to fail. (To be fair, I cared more about my cats than I did about him, so it was mutual.) He would be utterly appalled by how I now sharpen my knives – both those that I use in the kitchen and those that live in my pocket/purse/backpack.
Sure, I…
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