soooo I finally did it. After over a dozen years of working in kitchens, I finally let my guard down and a knife slipped off the counter and onto my bare foot. Several hours later, I had under my belt my first urgent care visit, my first stitches (three!), and a totally sweet walking boot. The cut was less than an inch long but they think I messed up one of my ligaments, so I can’t raise my big toe. I have to meet with an orthopedic surgeon this week to see if I need to get that fixed too. Adventures!
On the bright side, I got some absolutely GORGEOUS strawberries at the University Farmer’s Market yesterday morning. My dad popped one in his mouth, and then immediately said in the most blissful voice, “I want to marry this strawberry.” They were that good.
I made two big cakes for a friend of a friend’s 40th birthday party – I would have made them slightly fancier but I was a little more concerned about my foot (accident happened about 15 minutes before I was going to leave to drop them off), so I skimped a little bit on the pretty. I did not skimp on the delicious.
And now, my PSA: put all knives towards the back of the counter, and be mindful of cords on kitchen appliances, like your hand mixer.
That is all.
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