Rocco gave me an amazing gift, a Wüsthof santoku!
6.5 inches of precision-forged tempered steel with a hollow edge for hair-splitting k-nifing. Shazam! I tried it out yesterday and it was doing such an impressive job of slicing and dicing the garlic and onions that I just couldn't resist trying the blade on flesh and bone! I made a valiant effort to add my finger tip to the spaghetti sauce but sadly failed. I also failed to find a bandaid so Rocco found me dripping hemoglobin when he got home a minute later.
Oh well, they say a knife is not truly yours to use until you've baptised it with your blood. Who is they? I don't know, They, capital T. Well, me, anyway. I say that. I say that now.
My finger's fine, thanks for asking. And the knife is awesommmmme! It cuts like buttah. Like buttah!