I have rotating love affairs with different pieces of kitchen equipment and utensils. Sometimes my fling is because the sea glass green kitchen aid mixer looks so timeless and vintage it’s like she is asking me to come over to bake cup cakes with Lucille Ball. Or perhaps it’s the immersion blender that magically turns a pot of boiling vegetables into a silken soup with out having to transfer hot liquid in small batches repeatedly. I also think my piping bag is the bomb. Cupcakes, Deviled Eggs, Herbed Cream Cheese Canapés- they all come out delicate and elegant from a piping bag. And as we all know, everything taste better when it’s beautiful.
So despite my rotating favoritism in the kitchen there’s one item that holds the place in my heart like a best friend. Your knife is the most personal possession you have in a professional kitchen. It’s easy to wonder what type of knife is the best. I have had many moments of admiration looking over displays of knives, the gleaming beauty promising a long life of garde manger (please do not ask about the battle spell check and I just had over this word, Siri was no phonetic help either!) Telling you the best knife for you would be like telling you who should be your best friend. Only you can know what is most comfortable in your hands.
Some folks swoon for the classic Chef’s knife. Not me, too big for my dainty hands. My unconditional love is saved for a medium size Santoku. I love the scalloped blade. I love the bull nose tip that can quickly scoop an avocado out of its skin. I love that the word Santuko means three virtues. And according to my research assistant, Wikipedia, “The word refers to the three cutting tasks which the knife performs well: slicing, dicing, and mincing. The Santoku’s blade and handle are designed to work in harmony by matching the blade’s width/weight to the weight of blade tang and handle, and the original Japanese Santoku is considered a well-balanced knife.” Of course I would be drawn to the well balanced knife as a perfect reflection of myself- insert snarky laughter. My sweet heart loves his cleaver. This monstrous knife is what he uses as a morph between knife, grill tool, and meat tenderizer. I think the only way he could love it more would be if tongs shot out of the handle.
So there is always the flip side to unconditional love. In this case it’s I’m gonna use you everyday and then be frustrated when you aren’t as sharp as I need. That’s my downfall, I’m terrible at sharpening knives and a sharp knife is your holy grail in the kitchen. After my man and I had been living together for a while I exclaimed “I LOVE living with you, you always sharpen the knives!”. To which he replied “And I love living with you because you do everything else.” Funny because its true! So clearly, I should never hone my knife sharpening skills because a man should have a purpose.