As I sliced and cored the last of the handpicked apples today, I noticed that it took a little more umph than usual to push your blades through. I actually had to get on my tippy-toes to gather a bit of leverage and even did a mini hop, risking the apple's well being, and my fingers should it have gotten in the way.
Before you came into my possession, I peeled and sliced my apples by hand. I even had perfected that-one-piece-peel-action. Then, over a year ago, you joined the ranks of my most beloved small tools, along with my garlic press, egg slicer, and potato masher. That, my friend, is a circle that's hard to break through, since I am not a tool or gadget collector.
Since apples are our favorite fruit, I used you year round, almost daily. And because I have a growing family with an even bigger appetite, it's not uncommon for me to slice and core 6 apples in one sitting. You did it all without a hitch and in record time, so much faster that I could have ever accomplished with my paring knife.
I am just grateful you waited until the last apple of the bushel we so excitedly picked. Today I will wash you gently and put you away, and will go on a hunt for your sister-replacement. I just wanted to say, before I give you my final nod,
You done good.