#ceramic knives

[heartnosekid]

j_jjining on ig

[copperbadge]

We grow veggies tough in Illinois.

[ID: A photograph of my ceramic utility knife, lying on a wooden board; the knife’s blade has a huge chunk torn out of it, and the chunk of the blade is sitting next to the knife on the board. This feels safe.]

[weepingfoxfury]

"OK ... I give in ... where are we?" said Thomasina. Lucrezia rubbed her face with her hands, let out a big sigh and turned her head towards Thomasina. "Well ... what can you see?" After a few seconds silence Thomasina said "what can I see where?" Lucrezia made a fist with her right hand before talking a deep breath and turning round once more. "What is right in front of you?" Thomasina beamed at her "Well you are of course, silly."

Lucrezia closed her eyes, encouraged herself not to use her fist and then took Thomasina's face and turned it towards the yellow wall. "And now?" Thomasina went pale as she gazed up. Her voice quavering, she asked "Who ... is ... that?" Lucrezia let go of her face and said calmly "That, my dear, is Celestine and if we're really lucky she'll tell us exactly what we need to know. Just remember, do not touch her flowers."

Celestine smiled deep within herself, shifted her cobwebs slightly and, marshalling years of decay and solitude, let her voice free.

"Hear me, hear me, one and two ... hear me now as I hear you ... speak ye strong and speak ye true ... or all will be the worse for you."

[zanzino-shop]

Scopri i nostri prodotti Made in Japan per la tua cucina <3

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[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Me. Whenever. Someone mentions. An object that should not be fucked.

[revivify-inn]

I am NOT making knives! They're only technically knives. They don't stab or cut. I swear. Pinky swear.

[nimblermortal]

Happy Stabby Day!

These are my knives :)

Chef knives

Features: My favorite darlings, and honestly the ones I wanted to talk about. These are Zwilling Pro, 38417-180 and 38401-180, and it makes me happy they are from Zwilling because they are twins. On the right is a standard chopping chef knife. Note the deep base after the handle, straight belly, and pointed tip in case you need any sharp stabbing motion - though if you're doing much of that, you want another knife. It has a gorgeous heavy chopping sound as you work through an onion, or even a butternut squash.

On the left is my beautiful freaky nerd of a chef knife. It can in principle do anything the chef knife can do, but it's really made for mincing. Note the rounded belly and strange angle at the tip - the belly makes it rock on the cutting board, just a bit, so it's perfect for things like mincing garlic, and the tip changes the weight and makes it readily identifiable. I adore this knife.

Lesson: Learn whether you are a chopper or a slicer in the kitchen, and choose your knives accordingly.

Would I Take it to the Senate in 44 BC: Not a chance. These are made for chopping on a cutting board, and they would not stab in a satisfying fashion.

Hyacinths knife

Features: Wide girth, nearly straight blade, excellent weight if you want to julienne vegetables which Hyacinth frequently does, and the key feature: the rounded bottom edge at the 'point', which allows him to scoop. The slight rounding on the blade allows rocking similar to my twins, but the overall flatness allows him to chop big things in a straight motion whereas mine can only chop. He's also a big fan of the width of the blade for scooping finished products and carrying them on the top.

His actual favorite is a really terrible older knife his grandma gave him, same shape bit a wider yet blade and a more exaggerated rounded end, which doesn't keep its sharpness and the handle keeps falling off.

Lesson: Fancy nice knives keep their edge better.

Would I Take it to the Senate in 44 BC: No It doesn't have anything like a stabbing point. Unless you want to chop Caesar up after stabbing him, this is not the right tool.

Meat knives

Features: Long, narrow blades slice better. If you're a slicer, you want a chef knife that is closer to this shape. I abandon my beloved knives for these fellows when I'm turning large pieces of meat into bite-size chunks, especially if it's chicken. Slicers move better through meat than choppers, and the sharp point helps you get that initial grip.

Honestly I'm not actually a knife person and I don't know what the difference between these shapes is. Chime in if you know!

Lesson: Slicers work better for meat.

Would I Take it to the Senate in 44 BC: This would be my knife of choice if concealment were not an object. Nice sharp point, fine slicing blade, works great on meat - my only concern would be if the violence and stabbing would damage a long blade, or even break it.

Paring knives

Features: Short flat blades for a lot of easy control and leverage. These are fruit-and-cheese knives, where you can hold the object and the knife in your hands and work with them without a surface. Or with one! Detail work, peeling an apple... they also are just smaller and seem easier to clean, so I pull them out for small tasks. (The black one is a Wüsthof we've had since I was a child, and dirty from cutting cheese.)

For a tomato, mind, you'll want either a very sharp knife, or a serrated knife. Cheap bread knife does wonders on that slippy tomato skin.

Lesson: Short knives give more control and enable airborne cutting

Would I Take it to the Senate in 44 BC: Absolutely, if concealment were an issue. Almost all of the advantages of the meat knives above, with much reduced power, but very easy to hide up a sleeve. You could even let it be visible if you're carrying, say, an apple - there's a presumable use here.

Swiss army knife Patrick's dad gave me

Features: ...everything? Downsides: nothing works perfectly. But it's got short blade, long blade, saw blade, tin opener, bottle opener, wine opener, tweezers (barely visible, with the gray hilt by the toothpick), toothpick, fishing? hook?, scissors... If there's more I just haven't found it yet.

Lesson: If you lose your pocket knives constantly, you are allowed to get another one. Knives pass into our lives and out of them - in the case of Julius Caesar, sometimes very rapidly.

Would I Take it to the Senate in 44 BC: I'd have it on me already in case the occasion arose!

[moldhoney]

I’m like if a dirt bag linecook had dd titties

[anielskaaniela]

Exploring Kappabashi Kitchen Street: Tokyo's Culinary

In this post , you will visit with me Kappabashi Kitchen Street. Check out my japanese products [here]. What is Kappabashi Kitchen Street? Nestled between Ueno and Asakusa in Tokyo, Kappabashi Kitchen Street, also known as Kappabashi Dōgugai, is a culinary haven renowned for its extensive range of kitchenware. This bustling street, often referred to as “Kitchen Town,” has evolved from a niche…

[supercantaloupe]

well i finally dug out my india stone to do the unthinkable (regrind my knives) but i don’t have any oil to go with it so. i guess i’m heading to the hardware store tomorrow

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey

gn reader

Thinking about being a pretty little bunny caught in the claws of two big bad wolves…

They both cram themselves inside the same hole – fucking you rhythmically alongside each other with your smaller body pressed between theirs.

Sharp claws dent your flesh while canines fully split it open – imprinting on your fragile skin unforgivingly deep – leaving it to bruise and gush with blood the moment they spill the last of their big weighty balls inside you – both at the same time.

And after knots unknot and stiff thickness deflate – turning soft before slumping out of your abused hole – you’re finally allowed to rest in a mixture of bitter-sweet relief. 

Gratefully accepting their long-awaited finish – you slump against the sweaty chest before you with the face of your cheek smushed tight against the soothing warmth – hole fluttering numbly around nothing with the ticklish feeling of hot cum slowly trickling out only to go cold in the air.

Their sounds turn soft with a loss of growls and sharp teeth, and the one behind you places a kiss on your cheek, telling you that he’s proud – his breaths heavy and damp against your skin while he rests his sweaty forehead and slick mane softly against you. 

Both of them hug you gently – pressed tight between them – and slowly work on retrieving some semblance worth of strength while caught in the hefty crash of rapture – bodies ablaze yet steadily cooling with hearts halting in their sporadic run – dying down into slow thuds, draining until they’re both just two heaps of unwound muscles.

A couple of minutes more just like that and one of them leaves you with a groan while other begins lazily kissing and licking you in aftercare – his warm tongue laving gently over the brutal lovebites they’ve left on your otherwise pretty skin – whispering soothingly that he only wants to clean them up, so you don’t catch any unwanted infections. 

But his efforts of comfort don’t really help you keep from trembling or whimpering, nor do they help ease your erratic breath – where you sit between his legs, held tightly to his chest with both his thick arms wrapped effortlessly snug around your much smaller waist.

He's in charge of getting you cleaned up and dressed while his partner preps dinner – you hear the wolf downstairs with pots and pans while the one he’d left you with pulls you into a white babydoll – helping you stand where you wobble with hips aching upon every little move. 

He tells you that you're the cutest, making you yelp when squeezing your cottontail before picking you up like a wounded animal – as though you're incapable of making it down the stairs alone.

The stench of dead animals oozing from the kitchen makes you queasy more than hungry – but your captors, on the other hand, easily work up an appetite with the taste of your blood still fresh on their teeth. 

The thunderous sound of their stomach rumbling is all too much to keep you from crying – despite the warning you’d received the last time you’d created too much of a fuss for them – when one of them had forced bits of meat down your throat, making you chew and swallow it all one torturous bite at a time until you’d finally learned your lesson, willingly opening your mouth for him despite flinching and crying at the unnatural stomach-twisting taste. 

He'd seemed somewhat sorry seeing you throw up for days from both disgust and indigestion – and had since tried making up for it by preparing proper meals catered to your diet.

You were happy to see the medley of leafy greens and baby carrots plated for you on the dinner table, averting your eyes from the massive medium rare steaks the two dogs loudly and hungrily started cutting into – lop ears flinching upon the clash of sharp knives crashing hungrily against ceramics – trying to withhold the whimper when seeing the mixture of blood and grease roll down their chins along with the unsightly view of their sharp teeth tearing through tendons as effortlessly as if it were nothing but the same grass on your plate.

Fruit for dessert is nearly enough to lift the nausea while the three of you snuggle on the couch after dinner. Or perhaps you’d just gotten used to it – they always get lazy after eating after all – and cuddly.

You lie on top of one of them, your back against his broad chest – lifting with the rise and fall of his beaths. The other lies on top of you again, on his belly. He tells you to scratch his ears, and you don’t dare refuse him.

He moans when you rub on the tip between your small fingers – resting his head atop your heart before starting to drool, small growls ever-present in his snores. His tail lifts and slowly starts wagging in drowsiness as he gives the inside of your ear a ticklish lick – making you cringe and whine.

The one beneath you rests his chin atop your head, chuckling at the two of you – and you really wish you could get used to how the growl in their chests rock your ribs and how their mouths reek of death. Desperately, you try to focus on the smell of bleach and flowers – the ones they’ve bought and brought home to you when trying to distract you from the grocery bags held behind them – chock-full of bloody bits they stock the meat locker with. 

That would be your worst nightmare, you unwillingly think, shuddering at the thought as if consumes you – to be locked up in that room – you’re only glad they’ve yet to think of it as a punishment.

Sometimes you wonder if they’re planning to eat you at some point. You’re certain they understand they can’t successfully breed with you – so it wouldn’t make sense for them to keep you forever, even though they swear to it when you sleep squished between their bodies in the middle of the bed with their massive paws and sturdy claws latched onto your supple flesh.

It's impossible for you to ignore what they are when the whole den has hints of rot lingering in the air, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to let go of the fear. But at the same time… you can’t really deny their love entirely either – not when they rub their snouts into your neck so lovingly, cuddling you tight as though protecting you from any harm, grooming you with their own tongues ticklish against your skin and fur, thoroughly leaving their print and scent on you, fully claiming you as theirs.

BNHA – BakuDeku, TodoBaku, KiriBaku, EndMight, EndHawks, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi

JJK – SatoSugu, Toji x Shiu

HQ – Miya twins

DS – DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

[twiceastasty]

Kitchen Favorites: Kitchen Knives

Between canning and teaching, cooking and testing, I’ve learned the value of owning sharp kitchen knives. Learn about choosing and using kitchen knives.

One thing I’ve learned from teaching workshops in other people’s kitchens is the value of a sharp knife. At home, it can be easy to ignore the dullness of a blade because we’re used to the feel of it in our hand. We think, “Oh, I just want to finish cutting this tomato and eat; I’ll sharpen after I clean up” (and then rarely do). When I’m in someone else’s kitchen, and especially if I’m trying to…

[weepingfoxfury]

Celestine ... her thoughts are many, her thoughts are few, she has them all, whilst watching you ...

[zanzino-shop]

KODOMO NO HI – LA FESTA DEI BAMBINI

Durante il Giorno dei bambini Le famiglie issano i “Koinobori 鯉のぼり (striscioni a forma di carpa)” per esprimere la speranza che crescano sani e forti. La carpa, infatti è un simbolo di forza, coraggio e successo. In una leggenda cinese, una carpa nuotò a monte contro corrente per diventare un drago.

In generale, questi striscioni rappresentano l’unità familiare con una grande carpa nera e una rossa a raffigurare il padre e la madre e a seguire altre piccole carpe colorate per ogni bambino.

Se nell’unità familiare è presente un bambino maschio, viene anche esposto all’interno della casa o all’esterno, una raffigurazione dell’elmetto tipico dei Samurai, il Kabuto.

LA LEGGENDA DI KINTARO

Kintarō è un personaggio mitologico del folclore giapponese. Si tratta di un bambino dotato di una forza sovraumana, secondo la leggenda, sarebbe stato abbandonato da sua madre in una foresta in cui è stato cresciuto dalla strega Yama-uba e dagli spiriti del bosco.

CIBI TRADIZIONALI

Il Kashiwamochi è uno dei cibi tradizionali consumati in questo giorno. Si tratta di un dolce di riso cotto al vapore con fagioli dolci all’interno, avvolto in una foglia di quercia, uno degli alberi più forti e longevi per eccellenza.

USANZE

Perché il bagno con lo shoubu? Perché si crede che lo shoubu favorisca la buona salute e allontani il male. Viene anche appeso sotto le grondaie delle case per scacciare gli spiriti maligni. La parola “Shoubu (尚武)” significa anche “materialismo, spirito guerriero”, quando scritta con caratteri kanji diversi.

[andmaybegayer]

I want to get a beater knife for around the kitchen so that I won't have to choose between bitching about cutting cakes and pies and stuff on ceramic surfaces or having to sharpen my good knives all the time but I just know that I'm going to end up being really precious about the beater knife too. Because I like to have a sharp knife.