They say that you can tell if someone is a real chef by looking at their hands: hard core chefs’ hands are covered with scars, cuts, and burns.
Yesterday, while dicing onions, I sliced a dime-sized chunk off of my thumb, by the knuckle. The wound keeps bleeding through bandaids, so there are little smears of blood all over my laptop. That is exactly as creepy as it sounds.
This new cut matches nicely the bulging red scar from my last run-in with a knife. I am proud to report, though, that last night’s mishap with the chef’s knife did not deter me from finishing the overly-elaborate dinner I’d planned for last night’s book club meeting. I just wrapped it in a bunch of bandaids and continued chopping.
I’m choosing to believe that this latest battle scar is evidence that I am a hard core chef, rather than draw the more-obvious conclusion that I am a huge effing klutz.
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Blood on the laptop doesn’t sound good at all.
Once while using our brand new, SUPER sharp, wedding-gift knives–I once sliced into my hand while cutting cantalope.
Whipping it around to instantly run it under water resulted in me spraying blood all over the counters and the cabinets.
It kind of looked like the Shining.
Well, at least you cut yourself while actually cooking. I would’ve worried had you cut yourself when we “made” pizza the other night. ha.
Ooo, I get to see your scar TOMORROW! Speaking of which, I still have to pick a brunch place. Working on it!
You have way more dedication than I do. And seriously, do I need to speak to John about removing knives from your home? You won’t have much skin left to hack if you keep it up lady.
i’ll totally back up the “hardcore chef” story if anyone asks. as long as you tell people the big scar on my shoulder is because i’m a hardcore ultimate player, and also not just clumsy