My mom took me out shopping for my birthday (which is on Saturday) and I got a shiny new mandoline. Excitedly, I tried it out on some limes when I got home, reminding myself to watch my fingers and conjuring up the many images of bandaged thumbs on various blogs from mandoline-related accidents. Despite all of that, I cut myself. The moment I was slicing off a bit of my thumb, I laughed, thinking, “but of course, who was I to think that I wouldn’t injure myself on the first try?”
No matter how much blood is shed, though, the mandoline makes a hell of a lime slice. The drink I poured to ease my (honestly, not very intense) pain was delicious.
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June 6, 2007 at 2:34 pm
I’m looking forward to the entry about your upcoming kick-ass birthday night. That’s what I wanna read.
Love,
Boyfriend.
June 7, 2007 at 3:52 pm
I’m scared to death of mandolines…I know my injury would be a severed hand or something with how clumsy I can be.
I hope you have a great birthday!
June 7, 2007 at 11:46 pm
Happy birthday! I just found your blog via Sassy Radish. You have a lovely site, but be careful with your mandoline!
June 8, 2007 at 3:04 pm
Be careful! I want one of these too, but they sound scary! Didn’t yours have a guard?
June 8, 2007 at 3:29 pm
Thanks for all the Birthday wishes and mandoline warnings!
Lisa- Thanks for the compliment and the warning! You have a great site–it must be so hard to live far from your tex-mex food!
Jenn- I did have a guard, I cut myself when I was opening the thing up!
And thanks for adding my to The Foodie Blog Roll!
Everyone should join!