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ouch! I don't think this is what you mean, but I'm picturing Edward Scissorhands in the kitchen. |
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I think it's more the case that chefs use the first joint of the fingers as a guide against the side of the knife, negating the need for decent nails. Is your chef aquaintance really saying that the blade itself comes into contact with his or her nails whilst chopping? It's still very easy to cut yourself though, so I think this is a good idea, though perhaps baked in some form or other. Have a finely sliced croissant. |
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I've seen butchers wear a chainmail glove on their non knife wielding hand. |
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Dangerous combo, that. But not effective against a gun. |
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roby: also called brass knuckles.
squeak: along those lines, perhaps you should call these brass fingertips? But see link. |
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[beauxeault]: As hinted at by Sean Connery in 'The Untouchables' - "*That's* the Chicago way!" |
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Yes, chefs hold their nails almost parallel to the blade so if you do misjudge it just skids off. You still end up wearing blue plasters for most of your working life though. |
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Then suddenly there they were, dressed in aprons, kitchen hats and with greasy moustaches, the gang I had heard so much about, yet never dare speak their name - the Kitchenhands. |
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'Tell us 'ow to prepare the blancmange, and we may not 'ave to use zis,' the tall one said in a frightening french ramble, showing me the kitchen knuckle dusters he sported on both of his fat dirty hands. |
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'M-m-mix four level tablespoons of c- cornflour into a smooth paste then. .' but before I could continue there was a rumble of rubbish bins behind me and the Kitchenhands fled down the alleyway. As I turned, I realised I had been saved by the chance arrival of the only gang feared amongst all chefs - The Pastry Boys. |
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