My mother's new carving knife
Back in South African in the 70s my dad bought an electric carving knife for my mom for an anniversary gift. The carving knife dad bought was one of the first models - and rather formidable.I have a clear recollection of dad donning goggles and heavy rubber gloves before plugging it in. When he sank the knife's blade into the beef joint it didn’t so much carve the beast as send pieces of it flying everywhere in a kind of fleshy red spray, before the blade struck the plate with a shower of blue sparks, and the whole thing flew out of dad's hands and skittered across the table and out of the room, like a creature possessed.
I don’t believe we ever saw it again.
Labels: carving knife, goggles, rubber gloves
posted by Cindy-Lou Dale @ Tuesday, October 07, 2008
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