I feel like my dad has always had the same set of knives. I also feel like honing them is practically one of his hobbies. He taught it to me and my siblings (once we were old enough to cook.) As well, every time he saw me using the wrong knife for a task, he’d go get the correct knife. He’d recommend things to add when I cooked around him, coming up with things I wouldn’t have considered. It never failed to work out.

It’s no wonder his cooking used to sell out so quickly when he brought it to sponsor our high school events. He never did it professionally, but man does he know how to chef.