1.0Le Mouchinghttps://lemouching.com/en/L.K.https://lemouching.com/en/author/laurentkeiff/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="LI2SKz44bm"><a href="https://lemouching.com/en/2017/01/a-small-blade/">A Small Blade</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://lemouching.com/en/2017/01/a-small-blade/embed/#?secret=LI2SKz44bm" width="600" height="338" title="“A Small Blade” — Le Mouching" data-secret="LI2SKz44bm" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://lemouching.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> http://www.lemouching.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/U2-3.jpg600338Christmass happened, and my son dreams about knives. He’s growing up, and borrowing one of my Laguiole or my Victorinox will no longer do. He wants his own blades. It took some reading and more talking to feed his dreams while saving him from the survivalist gimmicks according to which the perfect knife would be a pound of 1095 steel suitably shaped to pop open a Sherman tank. Eventually he came to common sense, assessed his needs and looked at […]