This is no joke.......
In all seriousness I have been attacked by an inanimate object that has most likely scarred me for life. The attack was startling and gruesome and overall I am just glad that I was able to get it to stop bleeding. Actually I am fine, but I was pretty irritated with the fact that I got bitten by the saran wrap cutter. I guess I will just add it to the rest of my kitchen battle wounds.
"You are a chef, aren't you?"
I have had this question laid upon me quite a few times in the past year. At first this used to surprise me because the people who are asking this question initially have no idea that is exactly what I am. When people make this distinction it usually requires that I am wearing a short sleeved shirt. Apparently anybody who is familiar with the kitchen trade is also familiar with the fact that you can "Sherlock Holmes" a distinctive physical clue for recognizing if someone is a chef.
Just look at our arms!
The safer alternative- a slider!
Purposefully I hope that I can lower or diminish the number of casualties to myself. Between learning my new home kitchen, the school kitchens, and my work kitchens I should be able to maneuver a little bit safer over the next year. My fingerprints conversely are gone for good. The necessity of handling all things sizzling and scorching hot has eliminated that form of ID. I think I have accepted it. The experience I get every single day working in the kitchen, doing what I love, makes it all worth it!
