I’m really excited, guys. Yesterday I had a personal victory. You see, for our wedding we received a mandolin. No, not the instrument, but the nifty tool to make slicing easier. Shortly after the wedding we decided that we should make scalloped potatoes, and broke into the mandolin. As I whisked the sauce on the stove, my husband started slicing our potatoes. All was going swimmingly until I heard him curse loudly. I turned around, and there he was cradling his thumb. “It’s really sharp,” he said.
No kidding, I thought to myself. I sent him to go clean up his thumb, rolling my eyes at his clumsiness. My eye rolling lasted for about thirty seconds, until I too started cursing. And in true “anything you can do, I can do better” mentality, my thumb wouldn’t stop bleeding. So our mandolin prompted our first married trip for emergency medical care (and my first time getting stitches!).