Life Past 30

A lot of people like potatoes.  Some even love potatoes, like myself.  My love affair with potatoes began many years when I was just a wee thing and it has never let up.  If anything, my love of potatoes has only increased throughout the years.  It does not matter how potatoes are prepared, mashed, baked, fried, or scalloped, I truly enjoy eating them.  With that said, I will admit that I have perfected the art of cooking homemade french fries and amongst other dishes.  My potato peeler was my best friend in spud preparation until last night.  I was peeling the spuds after washing them, as usual, and smiling at the prospect of sinking my teeth into delicious french fries cooked with onions.   

Well, when I was in the middle of peeling a very large red spud, I suddenly felt the blade of the peeler slice through the tip of my left index finger.  I immediately dropped the peeler and rushed to the bathroom to see the extent of the damage.  After rinsing my finger I held it up for a closer look.  It’s amazing, but half of the tip and a small portion of the nail were cut.  See how I am sparing the bloody details?  The cut is slightly deep and will take some time to heal completely, but I have not had an injury like this since 1996 when I served on Mess Duty in Okinawa.  That time, I was cutting onions with a large butcher knife and ended up completely taking off the left side of the tip of my ring finger.  The knife went left when it should have gone straight down.  That wound healed very nicely and left minimal scarring.  

Needless to say, my finger is in some pain today, but is bandaged properly.  I am not too sure if I want to use the peeler again any time soon, but I will have to eventually as I cannot stay away from the potatoes too long.  I cannot wait for it to heal so I can type without slowing down, too.  Now, on to planning the route I will run in the morning.