Your glistening edge
Slicing
Carving
Dicing
Chopping
Glorious foods
Into perfect shapes
Creating
A wedge
A sliver
A flawless julienne
All in the name
Of TASTE
Oh knife
I thank thee
For working past the point
Where the wrist has been exhausted
And the hand hurts
The unsung hero
On the culinary battleground
Oh knife
Despite the bandaged fingers
And scarred cutting boards
You share in my tasty joys
Abject failures
And everything in between
You have been both friend
And sous chef
Oh knife
I thank thee
Noble companion
And humble assistant
*In case anyone was wondering – I LOVE my knife. It is a Victorinox Fibrox 8 inch Chef’s knife. Buy one. You too will be writing poetry about it in no time at all.
2 comments:
very cute. I wish I had a knife that elicited poetry! Sadly, ours are the kind that usually only last a couple months because the blade loosens and comes out of the handle (thanks a lot, Walmart). I dream of someday owning a Cutco set.
Ha, cute! Lael's comment was pretty funny, too!
~ingrid
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