What you see is my new Global utility knife, just purchased over the weekend. It's a truly beautiful blade, wonderfully sharp, thin and flexible enough to allow me to fillet fish with ease and quite light to use (unlike my current Henckels) and yet well balanced...
Why am I waxing lyrical about a knife which is already quite well known in the kitchens of serious cooks (or at least those aspiring in that direction)? Truth be told - I'm superstitious! I'm hoping to put in a couple of good words for my latest possession so that it will treat me well. As you can see, photo shows a plaster on my ring finger - the result of an oath drawn in blood between me and my knife where we swore to accord each other great respect and treat the other like family (imagine Chinese kungfu/gangsta movies where grown men cut their fingers, letting blood into a bowl while swearing brotherhood forever).
Seriously though, this knife is so light and easy to use that one forgets how sharp it is, and a momentary lapse in good sense (which happened when I was happily washing the knife) can draw serious blood. It's so razor sharp that I didn't even feel the cut until I saw blood going down the sink - okay, okay, for those who are squirming in their seats, I shall now stop all talk of blood and gory. Anyway, can't type very well without use of that injured finger!!