First Person: Deciding to go for... The Lesser Knife
Growing up with no sense of entitlement whatsover, says Sarah Carey, became an evolutionary advantage
'It's the little things." Isn't that what they say? It was a little thing that provided a key moment of self-revelation almost 10 years ago. We'd just moved into our new house. I had a 14-month-old, and a six-week-old baby. I was breastfeeding joyfully and had a granite-topped island unit. Could life get any better? Making a sandwich one day in my flash, new German kitchen, I opened the cutlery drawer, gleaming with recently unpacked wedding cutlery.
There among the weighty, elegant, dozen dinner knives, lay a lesser knife.
It was skinny, slightly dented and even a bit rusty. Left behind by the builders, no doubt. Did I cast it out, condemning it for sullying my pristine kitchen? No. The woman with no sense of entitlement went straight for it, saying to herself, "Sure, I'm here by myself. There's no need for me to use a good knife (even though there are 12). I'll just use this lesser knife. Won't it do me grand?"