Steel

Becky wrote a shopping list for me today. It had one item on it: knives.
We wrapped loads of knives in preparation for two private gatherings. One was a Christening - Rich and Rachel had their three children baptised at the 1030 service and came down afterwards for sandwiches and scones. We had enough knives.
After the service a bench was dedicated to Nancie's husband. Her family and friends had ordered a substantial lunch. For which we had enough knives.
The issue of knives became apparent only when everyone else arrived, those who weren't there for Nancie or the Welch Family. A man and his wife ordered quiche and they needed a knife. Each. The teacake eaters couldn't get by without them, and a ham salad can't be tackled with a fork. You might think you're on safer ground with the soup orderers, but even they need knives to butter their mini baby cottage granary rolls (yes, that's what they're called).
Becky is right. About most things.