Saturday night turned out to be a "Disaster Kitchen" night, where by I dropped, incinerated or otherwise fucked-up every thing I touched.
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I love cooking, and it doesn't happen often, but when it does...it does on a grand scale. I wrecked a fine cut of filet mignon, decimated a tray of roast veg medley and dropped my salad. Oh well, spilled milk and all that...
The worst bit, however, is that I punctured my left hand index finger (I'm left hand dominant) with the tip of a very sharp steel paring knife - it hurt like hell at the time, but only bled a little, I cleaned it up, wrapped it up and thought no more of it.
Two days later it is still throbbing, swollen and so bloody painful, I can barely type and it's challenging to do small every day normal tasks. *ow*
