Just spent the past half hour cutting* up not one, not two, but three whole pineapples with only a cake knife, aka a glorified butter knife. I feel like a beast. They’re not the prettiest chunks of pineapple you’ll ever see, but by golly, there are chunks.
(My GM, after she bought the pineapples: “We should have knives and a cutting table here.” Surprise, we do NOT.)
So here’s a shout-out to Dixie paper plates, the extra-sturdy kind. They protected the counter from my awkward hack job and even did a decent job in containing the juice.
*“cutting” is a generous description. More like “hacking and sawing as the flimsy ‘knife’ slides its wayward way through the fruit, somehow separating pieces of juicy flesh from each other.”
Note: I do not recommend trying to cut up a pineapple (much less three!) with a cake knife.
The Obsessive Dilettante 