Sharp enough to cut through time

We bought knives on the weekend.

And no, not just any old knife. We bought knives that work like light sabres - they just seem to glide through flesh. Without all that annoying 'The Force' stuff.

Now I don't want to go out and praise the knife. It's just a tool. But there is definitely good and evil lurking within.

There is a sharp and pointy side, and a warm, contoured and round side. The blade says "wash me at your own peril, for I will slice your hands in the sink." While the handle side retorts "all is well my lord, stay with me and we shall be safe."

Okay, maybe the knife is talking to me. But I know which side I'd rather be on...

I cooked dinner last night. And we ended up with too many potatos in the dish because I was enjoying cutting them. Like cutting through butter. Ironically, cutting through butter is no easier.

Now I know how the Samurai felt. Hacking, slashing and swishing, all on the whim of their Shogun.

Any, this is a bit of rant. But isn't that what blogs are for; ranting, not contributing?