Sharpening the Blade
We have one knife in the Andrews’ kitchen that can slice a tomato. All the others, no matter how impressive they may look, can’t cut hot butter! When I do the limited tasks I regularly perform in the kitchen (i.e., fix my own lunch) and cook an occasional dinner when Jill is gone, the state of the Andrews cutlery is what used to be commonly called, “the bane of my existence.” Jill’s attitude in the kitchen is “Sharp knives scare me,” as she proceeds…