I Cut Myself on Broccoli

I got a lovely present from my sister Nicole for Christmas. It was a cutting board with a semi-ovular depression in the middle, and a curved blade that fit nicely into the depression. It's for mincing things.

I hadn't used it yet -- I was dousing it in mineral oil first. It's hand crafted by the uncle of her current boyfriend. He makes these things himself, and they're lovely and well-crafted.

However, in the course of putting mineral oil all over this thing, I got mineral oil on the blade. And tonight I was making broccoli, which would require chopping -- just like that Saturday Night Live song by Dana Carvey that's now going through my head (http://www.danacarvey.net/broccoli.wav).

So, as I was wiping mineral oil (slippery) off the blade (sharp), I cut my insert bad word finger tip on my right hand. It's not a serious cut, but it was a clean, sharp pain, and it was the first time in a while I've done that.

More critically, it makes two things really difficult: typing and clicking the right mouse button.

Now, I'm sure some of you are protesting that I didn't really cut myself on broccoli. But I'm not about to blame the wonderful present my sister gave me, or my own bumbling clumsiness. So the veggie takes the fall.

As punishment to the offending plant matter, I've sworn off broccoli for the next month. Ah, sweet vengeance.

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