I got a birthday greetings email from my baby sister last night. She and her husband left for Florida for the winter and this year she took her good knives with her. She says she blesses my name every time one of her blades melts its way through an onion or a potato or a tenderloin. That’s a big part of why I do this. So is my obsessive compulsion to make stuff sharp.
Youse Minnesoootans sent us some snow today (Friday), but you missed me. Ha-ha. I think you probably got Dale, though.
Welcome to the Wicked Edge community of sharp knife nuts. Like Dale says, yer gonna get hooked. And us Cheeseheads ought to know.
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