Sometimes, you have to learn things the hard way.
Last night, my lesson was about humility.
Let me show you the tool of said lesson…
Are you starting to cringe yet?
Yeah. You should be.
Let me tell you the story.
I had selected an innocent little recipe to cook for dinner. One of the ingredients called for was a chopped onion.
Rather than get out my handy-dandy chopper, which does the work for me, I opted for the butcher knife, pictured above. I don’t always like how my chopper chops, and I figured it would be a quick chop anyhow.
So, I began chopping.
As I chopped, I had this little conversation with myself:
“Oh AuburnChick, look at your chopping technique. What great form you have. Obviously all of those nights you’ve spent sitting on the couch watching Food Network have actually rubbed off. You’re chopping like a REAL cook.”
Yeah, I really was saying those things to myself. I mean, I had even watched World’s Worst Cook, a “reality” cooking show in which two professional chefs transformed horrible cooks into chefs worthy of presenting meals to food critics. One of the first things the bad cooks learned how to do was use their knives properly.
Anyhoo, I digress.
I continued my chopping, a contented smile on my face.
And then I felt it.
A slice.
Through my skin.
Ugh.
See, this is not a new thing for me. I am accident prone.
I figured it was one of the normal cuts…a small slice that doesn’t go too far…just far enough to draw a little blood.
When I looked down, that’s what I thought I saw.
I pulled at the cut a bit, seeing how deeply I’d cut.
Guys, I didn’t slice my finger. I chopped a small piece of skin off…
Oh yeah. Pretty icky, eh?
About the time I figured out what I’d really done, the pain set in, as did the release of blood.
Thank goodness I was standing next to the sink.
I called for the Mr. I knew I wouldn’t be getting stitches or anything, but I needed someone to console me and get out the bandaids.
I got myself cleaned up and the wound bandaged.
I resumed my chopping, and nearly got my thumb in the process. Thank goodness I have long fingernails, because that is the only thing that stopped the knife from going through.
Ugh.
AuburnChick should not be allowed to play with knives.
Seriously.
I think I make a good case for hiring a cook – except that we don’t have the money for it.
Oh, and for the record, I never did find the hunk of skin I chopped off. I suspect it went into the pot along with the onions.
Oh well. What’s a little more protein?
heehee
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