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In my high school days, I used to work in a delicatessen.  They were kind of famous for their health salad and as a result, they made mountains of it. 

Once a week, a grinder would come with a set of sharp knives and collect the dull ones.  When he came, the cook would pounce on him and check all the chef's knives to make sure there were none with a concave edge.  If she found one, she's read him the riot act in German, pointing to the space between the middle of the blade and the cutting board insisting he take the knife back out and regrind it.  The grinder was Italian but he got the message loud and clear.  He would resharpen the offending knife and it only happened a few times in the time I worked there.

Very often, when I would be eating lunch in the kitchen, Tessie would be making health salad.  She was like a machine the way she could chop everything into quarter inch pieces and made it look effortless.  The action was half rocking and half forward motion and she could do it all day.

I always think of Tessie when sharpening a knife.