It's not the food that will get you . . .
Once upon a time . . . long, long ago . . . on a different planet . . . (not really but in some ways it seems like it now) . . .
I had purchased a really nice Japanese kitchen knife, pretty big one, as a wedding gift . . . well I was doing what any self respecting, curiosity filled , super noob, knife nut would have been doing . . . I was preparing dinner with it . . .
I mean who would know right ? I had never used or touched a knife like that before so I wanted to get my money's worth so to speak before giving it away.
So I'm cruising along in happy land, slicing and dicing and just generally doing my knife nut in happy land thing . . . when . . . out of the bowels of Hades comes my girl "friend" . . . (and we are house sitting her friend's house so things are unfamiliar and weird enough with out adding any more) and she starts in with what she always did best . . . be a flaming obnoxious B**ch . . .
Well I start to pay some sort of attention to this barrage of BS and before I know it I have the edge of this super shallow angle slicing implement of culinary destruction buried half way through my thumb and the only thing that stopped it from saying clunk against the cutting board was my thumb nail slowed it down enough for me to call a time out.
Argue or cut up food for dinner . . .
NEVER DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME !