I went to BigBox housewares store today. I dutifully packed my coupons, and did laps, selecting the pillow I wanted for Chez Goddess. It was downfilled and lovely.
While I was there, I remembered to look for a garlic press. I was so NOT thrilled with the selection. I was button-holed by a micro-plane fanatic, who swore up and down that it was great for garlic. What the hell, I could see the applications. I bought one.
I was just putting it at the sink to be washed, and I whipped off the sleeve and touched the blade. It reminded me of something. What could it be?