I debated whether or not to devote a post to my kitchen accidents or not, but, realizing this would show how we all have these "issues", I decided to let everyone in on why I have not been able to post anything for the past week.
Let me first recap my history of kitchen accidents. My first trip to the ER was cutting basil (the wrong way) in our first kitchen, an adorable '50's style kitchen in Portland, Oregon. It was my first try at pesto. Needless to say, I did not end up with pesto but rather a stitch or two on my left index finger. (Tip #1-you really don't need to use a paring knife for this type of kitchen project--I now use a pair of scissors for cutting my herbs.)
The second trip to the ER was, unfortunately, six months to the day of my first trip. This time it involved a serrated knife and one very large pumpkin. We were having friends over and I wanted to introduce our company to their first pumpkin pie. (Tip #2-there is NO reason to ever use a serrated knife on any hard skinned foods. Breads are the only reason for these utensils.)
My third trip--Super Bowl Sunday of this year--my mom and dad had invited us over for a fun dinner of Mexican layered pizzas and avocado salad. I love hanging out with my mom in the kitchen, so what better way to help than to cut the avocados. (Tip #3-you should NEVER stab the pit of an avocado!) You can see from the picture, I stabbed my hand instead. Three stitches later, and with very limited us of my hand, I have researched better ways of taking out that darn pit!