nope, I wasn’t kidding

I’m pretty good with a knife. Never lost a finger, and in fact have been lucky to experience very few tragic kitchen accidents (if you ignore the massive scarring I incurred while working the pastry ovens at Aqua…and the asbestos fingers). Brilliantly, I’ve sustained most of my injuries while cleaning my knives.

Hence tonight’s bandage event, a completely unnoticed slice to the knuckle, received, I assume, while washing my chef’s knife after mincing some parsley for a massive batch of meatballs.

(Which are delicious and the perfect antidote to a long, gray day, by the way. Freeze batches of the meatballs in their sauce for a welcome treat next week and beyond. Tonight I’m making meatball sandwiches.)

In any case, I acknowledge that this is kind of gross (and no, there’s no blood in the food), but you have to admit that the bloodstain I left on my other sleeve as a result of the bleeding knuckle is pretty funny. Or ironic.