Behind Bars

Because everyone needs to slice an egg some time.

I don’t know how old this is, but I suspect it’s older than me (and I’m old).  It belonged to my mother and I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t there.  It’s lost one cutting wire but thankfully an end one, so you don’t end up with a thick slice of egg in the middle.  Mind you, if you slice the egg across you end up with a big end.