An odd cut

 Okay.  I've cut, burned, and nearly deep fried myself several times in my career, it's just part of the job, but yesterday I was helping a friend out with a catering because her prep guy skipped out on her and she needed someone who could break down shellfish by the case without needing a babysitter.

Anyway, I call to the dishwasher for an oyster knife(the handle came off of mine) and he's nowhere to be found.  Later I found out he was having a smoke, no big deal, the man needs a break from time to time.  I look in the sink and there's an oyster knife.  I reach in to wash it so I can get on with things and found out, the hard way, that someone on my friend's staff doesn't know rule number one of a dish washing station, never put anything sharp under soapy water.

I am now the proud owner of a mandoline gash in the middle of my fingernail.  Never had anything cut me there.  Just thought I'd share.  Moral of the story, never violate rule number one of the dish table.

The catering went on without a hitch, in case you were wondering.

 

Nobody wants to see that.  I promise.  You're close but it's more of a chiffonade.

It may well be an emerging tradition.  I hope it doesn't stick.  

I got it to stop bleeding with paper towels and a roll of sport's tape that I keep in my roll for just such an occasion.  Tape it tight enough that you loose all feeling and check on it in about 20 minutes.

 

But how will I ever cut my own potato chips?/img/vbsmilies/smilies/eek.gif