Our friends urged us, "That's terrible! You should return it!" I pulled out the original box and took a look at the product warranty:
The funny thing is, the knife is so good that we continued to use it anyway. Call us crazy, call us cheap, but it was one of those things we meant to replace and never got around to.
Cut to Valentine's Day eve. I came home from work with the aroma of something fresh from the oven and a knife-shaped package to open on the dining table. It was surprisingly light. Inside I found...
And the aroma? After years of hearing G compare every red velvet cake we've eaten to his mom's recipe, he got it from her and made it for me! N helped, which explained his unusually bright red mouth.
Thanks, honey. It was a good Valentine's!
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