I have been blessed with the ability to have ridiculous injuries when least expected. There was the recent whacking of my lip against a semi-padded arm rest, the whacking of my forehead against the edge of a sink during a spontaneous shoe-tieing incident, and the whole getting a papercut on my finger from a maxi pad (which really pushes the edges of reality, if you think about it). But nothing quite prepared me for my injury last night.
I was making pizza from scratch and, being mindful of the danger of slicing/dicing knives and hot pans from the oven, I was being fairly paranoid since I needed all my fingers working for today. I kneaded dough without incident and chopped up some green peppers, sun-dried tomatoes, and regular tomatoes just fine. I grated a pile of pepperjack cheese with zero drama and was thinking about what other awesome pizza topping I was missing.
I saw a happy onion on the table and this is where the story turns...weird. I cut some onion while using the old-fashioned bear-claw technique to avoid losing a fingertip. I finished slicing and felt a sharp, sharp pain in my thumb. Blood was happening, but the knife...the knife was nowhere near my thumb. It turns out that the ONION ITSELF stabbed my thumb! It had some stupid, old skin layers that had been peeled off near the root and some of those were cranky and pokey and sharp enough to stab my thumb, and events like this are exactly why I'm paranoid of peeing during a thunderstorm. How small are these odds, exactly? Grrr.
Moral of today's story: bad times when the vegetables fight back.
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