whack

Last October, I went shopping with Mary Win, Jeanette, and BST for basic house supplies. We were at the dollar store equivalent, and BST thought I should buy this scary-looking butcher knife thing.


BST: You need one of these.

Me: Why?

BST: Everyone needs one of these.


So I bought one, even though I'd never used a knife like that before. And I continued to not use it.

Until this week.

I brought home a bunch of lovely flowers from the market, and when I went to trim the stems with my kitchen scissors, they didn't cut it. Literally. So I opened the bottom drawer and rediscovered my scary butcher knife.

I set up my little plastic cutting board (which I had bought at the same dollar store at the same time as the knife). I laid out the flowers with their stems all lined up and vulnerable. And I brandished my big shiny weapon.

Whack. A firm but gentle whack, I would say.

The knife certainly cut through the flower stems. To my open-mouthed surprise, it also cut through the cutting board. Thankfully, it didn't get close to anything likely to respond with a flow of blood.

So I don't have a little pink plastic cutting board anymore. But I still have my scary knife. Good thing, I suppose. Everyone needs one of those.