Bon sang ne saurait mentir! What’s bred in the bone
will come out in the flesh, the French like
to say. Screw them and
their stupid Laguiole knives I like to say. I picked up a brand new one
with a spicy, aromatic juniper wood handle and a handy corkscrew for my
birthday. Very sharp with a thinly profiled “slicer” edge. Perfect for
those picnics in bucolic spring meadows with wine and cheese and a
nearby medivac chopper with a full crew. Friday night I was
dicking around with it while otherwise engaged on the computer, I was
gently and safely sliding my thumb perpendicular to the blade admiring
its chisel ground (one side of blade is ground in) sharpness when I
decided to close it ON MY THUMB MEAT. They are spring loaded, they
close hard and fast. The chisel ground sharpness sliced into my thumb
like it was a willing soft piece of cheese and next thing I know my
thumb is spurting red Bob juice all over the place and I’m rushing off
to cold compress it with a wet towel and later wrap it tightly with 17
(seventeen) band-aids. And, it throbbed all night/TUBOB. More here.
Question (from TUBOB): What is your favorite French saying or proverb? Would you trust this knife again? Why or why not?
Bent on February 02 at 7:46 p.m.
Nice piece… I enjoyed the verb usage.
Cindy_H on February 02 at 7:55 p.m.
You can read my thoughts on Bob’s blog.
Bob est à la bombe. Ne pas lui donner un couteau.
(And if this means something truly naughty I blame my online translator!)
Charlie on February 02 at 9:16 p.m.
Once a knife has tasted blood, it cannot be trusted for like the old TV show “Candid Camera”, said knife will at a time of it’s own choosing shout “BANZI” and you are a trophy on it’s wall.
thawtfulreader on February 02 at 11:41 p.m.
I don’t know how to get cut by a wine bottle opener, however having slashed a HUGE cut in my hand recently due to a Taliban-influenced kitchen knife necessitating a Sunday trip to the ER, I have a newfound healthy respect for such knives. They’re killers. Could have bled to death…
Note: $50 ER Superglue is medically useless. Get the stitches, like in the old days and as God intended.
wheeldog on February 03 at 8:16 a.m.
Tubob—
Considering you were, in your own words, ‘dicking around’ with the knife, you’re lucky it was only your thumb that was wounded.
hhuseland on February 03 at 7:48 p.m.
Considering the situation, I would have exclaimed, “Sacre Bleau!, then I would have switched to English which then allowed to to expound on the subject more thoroughly.