How I Almost Cut My Thumb Off
I like kitchen stuff: gadgets, appliances, knives and such.
I like to cook – but, I like to find new ways to work with food, too.
Over the holidays, I was visiting my parents, when I started using my mom’s new ceramic knife.
“Be careful” she said. “You’ll cut yourself.”
She said it just like I was still eleven years old, not at an age where my personal AARP card should be arriving later this year. Anyway, I was careful, and didn’t cut myself at all.
I really liked the knife – it’s very sharp, and, it worked great. Last week, I found one cheap on line and ordered it.It also came with a ceramic vegetable peeler.. The package arrived in my mailbox yesterday.
Excitedly, I opened it as soon as I got it to the kitchen counter. As I literally took the knife out of the box, I cut my thumb. Immediately, there was blood on the knife, on the package, on the counter, and running around my hand. Ugh.
I cleaned it, bandaged it, and called my mom.
“I told you to be careful! Those are sharp!”