With gifts like these, who needs weapons?
Ladies, keep your flowers, candy, and bathrobes – this mom wanted knives for Mother’s Day! For the last decade, I’ve used the same three steak knives to cut everything from bread to roast to packages received in the mail. I’ve hinted heavily to Derrick about a nice, quality set of knives for Christmas or Mother’s Day. My hints always went unacknowledged (as most wives’ hints do) and I thought they would be ignored again this year, but Derrick faked me out something good. Upon my Annual Hinting of the Knives, Derrick responded with a raised eyebrow and hinted back to me that my request was a bit expensive for a Mother’s Day gift. Now, my hubby’s not perfect, but he is usually very generous with gifts for me (which I so appreciate) so I was somewhat taken aback by his response. Very un-Derricklike. I resisted the urge to give him a lengthly lecture on husbandly duties and instead went for the wounded martyr role, which has (sort of) worked for me in the past. “Okay,” I meekly replied. “Well then, I could use some new slippers.”
Peeking around the kitchen door, however, I saw that Derrick had on his LIE FACE (a sort of smirk/scowl thing that makes him the world’s worst liar) and so I knew the game was on. On Mother’s Day I opened up not just any ‘ole knives, but several pieces of the Wusthof (“voosthoff”) collection – much nicer than the knives I’d asked for, and heavily researched, weighed, and measured by my adorable husband. Apparently, these are the only knives that Derrick’s Grandma Dollie will slice with. If you know Derrick’s Grandma Dollie, you know this is big (she orders her flour from Canada–need I say more?) Derrick delivers again with a perfect, (semi) romantic gift! I’m one lucky lady.