I sometimes wonder why I use a pretty impressive military knife for everything. I open cans with it, doors (like yesterday), cut up food with it, remove skins from veggies, fix things and again yesterday I gave it to a truck driver whose straps failed and he had to cut them.
He was impressed. I thought that maybe it is a habit from my previous life when I was a soldier in Vietnam, place where I died last. But another truth has emerged today.
I left it in a car last night and I am doing scrambled eggs now with fried onions. That knife is the only knife I have.
I have no other knife in the whole apartment. Just looked all over the place. Used saw-zall blade for metal instead. To cut up onions and break eggs.
Bread comes sliced thanks God. I would feel like I am butchering a loaf of bread.