Argggggggghhhh.
SIL offered to to do Thanksgiving this year. So all I needed to bring was mashed potatoes and my wife made a couple pies. Easy Peasey. Or so I thought...
I set out my dish and then I hear her say "Swarfrat, you should carve the turkey." Uh, with what? and she shows me the "carving set."
It's the sort of shiny German knife and fork set they sell to yuppies in the chic end of town. It would have probably been fine if it was sharper than say, a baseball bat.
I asked if there was steel of something to go with it and she hands me one of those carbide V-notch thingys used to destroy knives. Couldn't bring myself to use it, even though it probably would have left a sawtooth edge that would've worked better than the way it was.
I was crying inside, but I somehow managed to bash the turkey into pieces with that sad blade. At least I got to do it off to the side with nobody paying attention instead of doing the whole carve the bird at the table show.
Kids, never go the in-laws' without whetstones.