Slice!

I have a jim-dandy set of Cutco knives I bought from my little sister's boyfriend (if you're interested, ask me!), and I love them. But, quite honestly, I have cut myself every single time I have used anything other than the table knives. Tonight, I was bashing a clove of garlic, and I sliced my palm open. Earlier, trimming broccolini, I opened the tip of my finger. I just think you should be forewarned that -- should you be invited to dine at my home -- you will probably be ingesting some small portion of what courses through my veins. And if not, you will surely be hearing me yelp in pain before I go looking for that bloodstained piece of tissue I recently set down on the counter.

Mangiar bene!