I love knives. I love using knives more.
It is one of the simple pleasures in my life to enjoy slicing through a juicy steak. When I go to a steakhouse and they hand me a dull, serrated, piece-of-junk knife, I love to push their knife to the side and use the REAL knife I have in my pocket.
I have to admit, I get almost as much pleasure watching my kids roll their eyes and sigh, “Seriously, dad?”