The Return of the Ginsu

(My old Ginsu knife.)




(The broken handle that made me finally get rid of my precious Ginsu.)

Not long ago, I wrote about my old Ginsu knife. After about 20 years, it finally wore out. The handle broke leaving a sharp edge. (See above photos.) I had to quit using it as I would cut my thumb every time I did. I managed to track down the company online and sent out an email asking about the warranty and if I could get a new knife. I was told to send in the old knife with $2 to cover shipping and a new one would be mine. So I did.

I received my new Ginsu knife in the mail yesterday. I was disappointed at first as it is a bit shorter than the old one, but that disappointment ended quickly. Wow is this thing sharp.

I just had to try the bread test. I took a loaf of french bread and sliced it as thin as I could. Check this out. You can see through the slices. I didn't even have to put any pressure on the knife, just pull it across and it sliced right through. (I'm having fun with this.) And it even came with a lifetime warranty that says if it gets damaged, even if the damage is my fault, they will replace it for $2 shipping again.

Of course, I had to write another poem. I threw this one together this morning.

Ode To My New Ginsu

A small, thin box arrived in the mail yesterday.
It’s finally here, the sharp replacement blade.
I ripped open the cardboard that held the treasure.
My smile grew wide, I felt such pleasure.

“It’s here. It’s here.” I wanted to yell.
On the icy sidewalk I almost fell.
I rushed into the house with my marvelous blade.
I grabbed some bread and a test cut I made.

The slices were so thin I could see right through.
The edge flashed bright, shiny and new.
I carefully cleaned it and put it in the drawer.
A knife even better than the one I had before.

Ode to My Ginsu

Remember this little item? The original Ginsu knife? I have one and I love it. It was given to me in the late 80's by a friend's dad when I got my first place. He gave me a lot of various items for my kitchen and this was among them. (Didn't even know it was an actual Ginsu until just a couple years ago when I read the tiny writing on the blade.) This knife cuts through anything. It's great. (Although I haven't tried the beer can or wood chopping test.)

I picked my trusty knife up the other day and was dismayed to find the handle is broken at the base of the blade. It's still usable, but now every time I use it, my thumb gets scratched up. The duct tape may be coming out soon as I really HATE to toss this thing. I have decided to write a poem about it. (Don't expect much. I'm working fast here.)

Ode To My Ginsu

Oh marvelous sharp blade, how do I
part with you? How do I toss you away
after so many years? State to state, trailers
to houses, single life to marriage; you have
traveled with me every step of the way.

Oh shiny serrated edge, how do I cut
anything without you? No other knife in
the drawer will cut through a beer can,
then slice a tomato. No other knife in my
kitchen will chop wood with such ease.

Oh beautiful Ginsu, will anything ever
replace you? My utensil drawer will
forever feel empty without you.

©12/23/2008