Ginseng Sullivan was there, of course, tying flies, and the three of us shot the breeze for a while. I noticed that there was a couple of wrapped gifts on the table in the back of the shop. Not too surprising, I suppose, as Ginny’s birthday had passed a few weeks ago. I went to check it out anyway.
To my considerable surprise, the card on top said ‘Skully.’ “What’s up with this?”
“Open it and see,” said Ironman.
Intrigued, I shook and then opened a long rectangular box. The wrapping paper peeled back to expose a box with the word ‘Glestain’ written in gold.
That’s when I realized I’d been punked. In a good way.
Ironman had phoned me a few weeks ago, saying a buddy of his (from the BBQ circuit, maybe?) wanted to get a set of really good kitchen knives. A lifetime ago, I worked in a kitchen, and know a little about kitchen knives. “What’s that knife you have that you really like?” he asked.
“A Glestain,” I told him. “But I have the 300mm, which is really long if you’re not used to big chef’s knives. It’s almost 12 inches long. The 270mm, which is like 10 inches, is waaay better for prep work when other people are around. I’d like to get one someday for exactly that purpose – like prepwork at the Rustbelt bake. [Author’s note: I think I took a slice out of Ironman at one of the bakes when he got too close to me while doing prep in a very small space.] But they’re pretty expensive.” The conversation went on along those lines for a while, he hung up, and I promptly forgot about it.
Back to the main narrative. It was, indeed the 270mm Glestain, and a beautiful end-grain hardwood cutting board. And a gift certificate to the shop. The card (a Bob White card, I should add) implicated quite a few of you. You know who you are.
It was a congratulations gift for an award I got at work.
I’m humbled and flattered and quite surprised. Heartfelt thanks to all who participated, and to Ironman for organizing the chicanery. It was by no means necessary: the pleasure of your friendship, fishing with you guys, and participating in a community that does stuff like this is more than enough.
It is much appreciated, though. The Glestain will see its first serious prep work next weekend on a five day shop trip. And Ironman, I’ll try to keep my blood, and your blood, and Tim’s blood out of the food.
fine work, Skully
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really nice assholes.
good work guys!
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