What Is That Weird Toothed Part on Kitchen Scissors For

ace a garlic clove under the toothed area and press down gently. The teeth crush the garlic without turning it into mush—perfect for releasing flavor fast.

 Cracking Nuts or Shells

Whether it’s pistachios, pecans, walnuts—or even lobster shells—the toothed part works as a mini clamp to help crack things open without needing extra tools.
Gripping Chicken Bones

When deboning or trimming poultry, the notches help grip and hold bones steady so you can make clean cuts around them.

 Holding Thick Skins or Shells

It also helps secure thick-skinned foods like squash, beets, or citrus peels while you slice away.

Why It Doesn’t “Cut” Like Regular Blades

Unlike the sharp outer edges, this blunt-toothed section isn’t sharpened and never fully closes—so it’s not meant for slicing. Think of it like a built-in kitchen multitasker , giving you an extra hand when you’re working with tough or slippery ingredients.
It’s not a flaw—it’s a feature most people don’t realize they’re missing out on!

How to Use It Like a Pro

Garlic: Place a clove under the notch and press gently until the skin pops off and the garlic is lightly crushed.
Nuts & Seeds: Use the teeth to crack pecans, almonds, or sunflower seeds before sprinkling on salads or baked goods.
Bone Gripping: Hold chicken bones or rib tips in place while you snip around them cleanly.
Citrus Zesting: Grip citrus firmly while zesting or juicing by placing it in the notch.
Herb Stems: Grab stems like rosemary or thyme to strip leaves quickly and easily.

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