Cursed Thanksgiving’s final tally:
Besides the dead oven, blocked plumbing & temperamental circuitry in the kitchen, and my sliced right index finger, I also chalked up a slice to my LEFT index finger and a leaky filter on our second refrigerator’s water dispenser/ice maker.
All the dishes I cooked came out aces, my maternal aunt sent deviled eggs and a ham, and our purchased fried turkey was perfect. Our guest took a picture of her plate- I’ll post it after she sends me a copy.
I’ll call it a close victory.
How do you manage to cut yourself?
Spent 5 years with a filleting knife never cut myself once. Wife cuts herself as well.
I'm probably slow though cutting stuff but it gets done in time for when I need it.