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Typing has taken on a new and unfortunate difficulty. While I was slaving away in the kitchen today making something special for Loni, a situation happened that has never happened before.

Corporate Portraiture by David Bickley Photography

In all of the years of working with and being trained in things that cut I can’t remember even once cutting myself. Until today, and boy did I. In between phone calls, stirring, blending, sauteing, and braising I was also chopping onions. My finger thought it would be fun to be an onion, until the knife hit. Thankfully, as it snapped out of it’s desire to be included it also took a minute before it remembered to bleed. Thus, there was no blood amongst the onions and I had a little time to get to bathroom with some super glue and a band-aid. No, I’m not trying to tell you that I cut my finger off and super glued it back on. Don’t be ridiculous. I only glued about an eighth of it back on.

Grossed out yet?

Ok, I’ll stop.

The last thing I’ll say is though. Great knives mean clean cuts, and clean cuts not only heal faster, but they don’t hurt near as bad. So if, like me, your body arbitrarily decides to get in the way of what you’re doing…at least screw it up with quality.

See you tomorrow,