Zoinks!

Jinkies, Molly! Watch out for nasty veg peelers!

My girl, Molly, reports in from the field (or kitchen, as it were) with documentation of her newest sweet laceration. This clean clip comes courtesy of a vegetable peeler. It's a month old and looks to be healing well. (We love that lace doily backgrounder, sweets!)

Perhaps as part of some cosmic joke, the photo happened to arrive right after I received this loaded note from a friend: "Are you enjoying the non-cooking lifestyle, or do you long for burns and tops of fingers being cut off?"

That's not strictly accurate, since I still do catering, but yes, one of the pleasures of kitchen life is indeed the constant threat of permanent disfigurement. Oh, flesh wounds, how I long for your cruel kisses!