Someone fucked up the tip of my paring knife over the weekend. It's bent. You can barely see it - but I noticed it when I went to pass it over my steel this morning. I was so pissed off. Chris, I thought of you and your adopt-a-knife program at elBulli. What kind of person does something like that? Someone who's wishing some bad kitchen karma onto themselves I have to say. Mistakes happen but I believe you have to own up to them. Even though it is a Wusthof Culinar, at least it's not a priceless, irreplaceable Kill Bill knife.
I did at least one stupid thing in the kitchen today. I was cooking the escargot garnish to our amuse bouche tonight. The current amuse bouche has a number of elements - a small clear glass with a foie gras royale - which is like a savoury custard - topped with a halved crayfish and a foie gras emulsion; a silver foil-wrapped bonbon of truffle butter; a tube made from buttery, crispy, golden brik - filled with an airy escargot cream that's studded with a brunoise of escargot cooked in butter with finely chopped parsley and garlic. So I was cooking the escargot - which cooks in a lot of frothing hot butter. I cut off a piece of butter with someone's knife and I absentmindedly swiped the butter off the knife by scraping it on the side of the copper pot. Dumb mistake. You do not scrape knives on the side of pots.
I can only hope that this public admission brings me some mercy from the Kitchen Gods.