AllenOK
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I was doing my normal, helping one of the other cooks prep his station. I usually sliced the tomatoes, which required a honing from a steel, but the tomatoes would slice quickly and cleanly. This particular day, I noticed that the tomatoes were not slicing very well. I didn't think to much about it.
Later that day, I was cleaning my knife, when something caught my eye. I took a quick look at the bevel. I had caught, glinting in the light, the striations imparted by one of those cheap, carbide cutter-type pull-through knife sharpeners.
SOMEBODY FRAKKING WELL TRIED TO SHARPEN MY KNIFE, AND ENDED UP DULLING IT!!!
I don't know who did it, exactly. I have my suspicions. I even mentioned it to the person that I think might have done it (my Sous), and he immediately offered to sharpen it for me, pulled out his stone, and tried.
In watching him, I quickly realized that he doesn't have a clue what he's doing.
What really peeves me, is that whoever did it, had to do it WHILE I WAS THERE, as I take my blades home every day.
I took it home on the weekend, pulled out my stones, and sharpened not only that blade, but my home chef's knife as well. Both knives will now shave; I'm missing a patch of arm hair on my left arm.
Now, I'm just waiting for PeppA to call me, crying her eyes out, bawling about how she sliced a finger with my "razor blade".
Later that day, I was cleaning my knife, when something caught my eye. I took a quick look at the bevel. I had caught, glinting in the light, the striations imparted by one of those cheap, carbide cutter-type pull-through knife sharpeners.
SOMEBODY FRAKKING WELL TRIED TO SHARPEN MY KNIFE, AND ENDED UP DULLING IT!!!
I don't know who did it, exactly. I have my suspicions. I even mentioned it to the person that I think might have done it (my Sous), and he immediately offered to sharpen it for me, pulled out his stone, and tried.
In watching him, I quickly realized that he doesn't have a clue what he's doing.
What really peeves me, is that whoever did it, had to do it WHILE I WAS THERE, as I take my blades home every day.
I took it home on the weekend, pulled out my stones, and sharpened not only that blade, but my home chef's knife as well. Both knives will now shave; I'm missing a patch of arm hair on my left arm.
Now, I'm just waiting for PeppA to call me, crying her eyes out, bawling about how she sliced a finger with my "razor blade".