A steak knife with a serrated blade is very useful sometimes, but I started married life thinking it was a one-size-fits-all kitchen knife. Never having used a sharp knife in my life, I thought serrated blades were God’s gift to the world. They cut through anything. And if they didn’t cut it, I made them tear through it.
About a week before I got married, my mother taught me how to cut up a chicken. I did not pay attention to the knife.
A chicken has a strange shape and it’s slippery. There is not a flat side. My technique for cutting it in half was to anchor it in the sink drain, parson’s nose down, and brutally force that steak knife down through the ribs/backbone. After splitting it in two, I put it on a cutting board and proceeded to prove that it is not impossible to saw through slimy, stretchy chicken skin with a steak knife.
A few years ago I asked my father-in-law to teach me how to sharpen a knife with a sharpening steel. He tried his best, but I never got it. That Christmas my mother-in-law gave me a rolling wheel knife sharpener. I highly recommend them.
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