Yes, yes. I know the greatest proof that the husbeast is insane is that he married me. That's kind of the humor of it, I hope.
So. The husbeast is a knife geek. He carries them, he collects them. And he buys them for me and the kitchen. Previous posts include the story of the Girl Knife (still carrying it daily), and my 40th birthday gifts of a backup girl knife and a boning knife. I could take apart a T-Rex with that boning knife.
A few years back, with the Goober on the loose, I asked the husbeast for some junk knives. You see, all the knives in the kitchen were super-good high carbon steel and needed proper care (instant cleaning, drying, and replacement in the knife block). I wanted something that was crap, that cost a couple bucks, that I could leave laying around with food stuck to it, or fling in the sink to clean later and not care. I wanted these, because with the Goob, I was CONSTANTLY cutting stuff up for her to eat.
He went out and got me some junk knives. (They weren't really that junky.) And I used and abused them, cutting up bananas and peanut butter sandwiches. The other knives were for things like mincing garlic and dismembering chickens and cutting up pot roasts. Then there were the junk knives for slicing hot-dogs. It was all going smoothly, I thought.
I noticed the husbeast was sharpening them more than usual, and muttering that they wouldn't keep an edge. I pointed out you could probably slice a banana with a crowbar, but he didn't care. The junk knives were driving him insane.
So he replaced them.
See those? THEY ARE CERAMIC. CERAMIC KNIVES!!!! Okay, the one on the left is a really nice santoku, but the rest are ceramic. These are the exact OPPOSITE of the concept of 'junk knife'. CERAMIC!!! MY JUNK KNIVES HAVE BEEN REPLACED WITH HIGH-TECH INDUSTRIAL CERAMICS!!!!
Some morning, I'm going to accidentally lop off a finger, slicing a banana with a ceramic knife while half awake. Or drop one and break it into a thousand really sharp little bits. While I'm barefoot.
Ceramic knives. Oy.