Just went to open a bottle of Savoie white for a simple weeknight dinner. Got the worm almost all the way into the cork, gave it one last twist.... and *snap*! The worm broke, and the corkscrew flew out of my hand, bounced off a kitchen cabinet, and skidded to a halt at Andrea’s feet. This was my favorite everyday corkscrew, too, though it was probably 15 years old at this point — a well-made waiter’s friend from Sur La Table.
I’m finally starting to understand that Surgeon General’s warning about the hazards of alcoholic beverages.