You take away the very part of me.....

I don't know what it is, if I am not paying attention, if I am not as graceful as I thought I was, if I am a klutz, or if it is just destiny, but it seems like every year, without fail, I hack off some part of me in a freak cooking accident.

Last year was the left pointer finger tip whilst cutting corn on the cob.

The year before that I was over zealously chewing gum and bit the tiniest tip of my tongue off.

The year before that, I fell and grated a bunch of right elbow off.

What happened this year you ask?  Well I was in my kitchen last night, gearing up for my first ever "cooking post complete with photos".  I was going to show you all how I created sweet and sour tofu.  I had it all set up and ready.  I got 2 shots of the ingredients in the whole forms.  I was using the mandolin slicer and had just finished slicing up some glorious yellow squash, when I brazenly moved onto the carrots.

Had I offended a carrot prior to this?  Was I not gentle in their removal of their bag home?  Apparently, I had done something UNFORGIVABLE to these root vegetables.  Or my cat.  Because that little bastard chose that moment to flip out and jump on me while I was slicing those carrots (without the handle the mandolin slicer came with, I know, its my own fault) when FLIT.  Off came the tip of my right pinky, and onto the floor. And that bastard cat took off with it!  Now It may seem like I chopped a whole segment off.  It is my awe at the amount of pain and blood of the situation that makes my words fall out my mouth all exageratey.  It was a small piece.  Still, that piece is gone.  And I have  a(nother)  finger with a divot missing out of it.

The food was good.  But you all will never know what it looked like.  RIP Pinky Tip.