Me neither. Until late last night after spending hours in the emergency room and getting my finger all stitched up.
That's when the irony of my idiocy hit me.
I should have been posting my latest Top Chef experiment today but unfortunately I since I decided to mangle my left index finger mid-prep last night the post (and the meal) will have to wait 'til tomorrow.
Though I did manage to complete my bechamel before heading to the hospital. I'm nothing if not dedicated!
I'm not sure where my head was at last night. I use that blender all the time and I'm always super diligent about unplugging it before going near the blades. I figure with all the cooking I do though, I'm bound to end up with injuries every now and then. This is actually only the second time I've done major damage to myself - the last time was two years ago when I grabbed a pot out of a 500 degree oven and ended up with 2nd degree burns on my palm.
....please don't tell anyone but in some sick and twisted way I'm actually kind of proud of my battle scars. They make me feel hardcore.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It's probably because my injuries have been relatively minor both times. Two stitches and a ripped up finger nail is relatively minor, right?
So what was I thinking about last night as I sat in emerg waiting for as patiently as possible for the one doctor on duty to take a look at me?
I need a new hand blender. The mangled finger proved one thing to me; my blender is obviously lacking in power. I mean, come on! I stuck my hand right in there and all I ended up with was two stitches? Weak. Weak is what that is!