You know how when you find out that Aunt Vernie love to crochet and you also love to crochet, so you feel some kind of connection with that... like you may have some how inherited a gene that loves crocheting? Well, I have been racking my brain all morning about the word that describes it when you inherit a trait from a family member. I can't think of a better word than the one I came up with, but it seems as if there IS one out there (it is just not coming to MY mind)
Anyway, I love these kinds of moments that connect you with your past, or history because things become so much more clear. . .
I am sure many of you have one of these on your counter top.
Well, I do too, and this just happens to be my mom's because I am at their house this weekend. I enjoy cooking and believe I definitely got that "gene" from my mom, but this morning there was an AGE OLD mystery that my husband has been trying to figure out since we got married and that is. . . WHY DO I USE STEAK KNIFES FOR EVERYTHING??? If there is something to be cut, trimmed, stabbed, diced, sliced, or whathaveyou, I use a BELOVED steak knife.
I was pretty sure it was just because they are sitting their on the kitchen counter top and they are easy to grab. But then I realized that the entire knife block is sitting there... so why not just use the appropriate tool for the job? Maybe it is because I have a "gene" that tells me I just need to use the steak knife.
This morning, I found this in my mom's kitchen, and it wasn't there because we had chicken fried steak for breakfast.
We had cereal, toast, cream cheese eggs, and orange slices. What do you think the steak knife was used for? I'll tell you.. it was used for cutting the cream cheese . . oh, and in my parents defense, I also used it to cut an orange.