Careful careful careful

January 25, 2014


… not careful. I like to say, “I’m always careful, until I’m not.” All those dropped cameras? Careful careful careful, then not careful once and it costs the big bucks.

I was slicing up some leftover steak and using my speedy knife skills, thinking I was so great. I was almost all the way done when I cut off the tip of my finger. (Actually, more like the side of the tip of my finger, but all I know is there was a lot of blood and it felt weird, and that bit of me is gone. I never got a good look at it because of all the rinsing then using half a roll of paper towels to apply pressure.)

Lloyd was a trooper. He does not do well with blood, so he hovered in the dining room making sickened sounds and alternating between shouting encouraging things and throwing band-aids at me.

I’ll be fine, but typing this post was zero fun.

Good news? The old steak was fed to the cats. The bad news? Now they have tasted human flesh.

We are not safe here anymore.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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7 Responses to “Careful careful careful”

  1. Deborah Said on:

    Did you make it through the night?


  2. Kristi Said on:

    You’d fit in well with our farmers. The majority of them have lost a finger or the tip of a finger in some kind of minor farm accident.


  3. Peggy Said on:

    Ahhhhhh! That sounds just awful! Geez, I hate it when I get just a paper cut on one of my fingers. But your post & comment did make me laugh out loud!!!!!

    I sure hope your finger heals nicely & feels better today!


  4. Peggy Said on:

    (And this may not be the most appropriate time for this, but I recently bought Giada’s mezzaluna knife at Target and I LOVE it!! Its curved so the slicing & dicing is extra fun & simple. I bet it could take off 4 fingers with ease.)


  5. Brad Said on:

    Somehow I missed commenting yesterday. I think it was because I was cringing too hard. I rarely cut things in the kitchen, but when I do, I think constantly about getting a terrible knife wound.


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