Every time I walk by this sign I want to take a picture. I finally had my camera with me. Now I wish I could remember where it is. SW 6th, maybe near Columbia? I can see it in my mind’s eye.

Last weekend I was at a rented beach house.

I severely underestimated how difficult it would be to cook in a kitchen that I’m not familiar with and that was woefully under-equipped. There are things that I could make at home blindfolded that were giving me fits in this place. Plus the stores didn’t sell the exact things I usually buy.

At one store I asked about something and he said they don’t stock it because no one will buy it. What is wrong with these people?

I already knew I was a knife-snob but I had no idea such sorry excuses for knives even existed in the world. I had considered bringing my knives (checked bags) but it seemed like a ridiculous idea. I regretted it the entire time.

I’ll know for next time.

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  1. Ballard Avenue says:

    It is weird to work in rental kitchens. I actually like the challenge of making do with the incomplete assortment of “why would anyone buy this crap” equipment. Of course it can be frustrating, but I just scale back my ambitions and it works out.

    But you’re right. The blunt objects that pass for knives are incredibly frustrating. No wonder people buy so much prepared-for-the-microwave crap. Their knives are only good for hacking at packaging.

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