[ that knife ]

While in Amsterdam, I watched a cooking show on the day I did laundry in the hotel. The host had a wonderful ease with which she moved from one item to the next. She didn't anally pick up every scrap of whatever she was chopping to make sure it went into the mixing bowl. She was swift and decisive. And she had a double-bladed curved knife that she rocked back and forth with its two handles. I loved it. I want one. I am seeking out its name.