the mandoline diaries . . .

most of you know that i recently injured myself in the kitchen.  it was my third time to use my new french mandoline.  we were making burgers for supper and i thought it would be a treat to make the kids some waffle fries.  a treat because we neva eva fry things in this house.  not a good idea.  not this night anyway.  i mentioned that it was my third time to use the equipment for a reason, there are several pieces that fit together to make that thing safe, and i didn’t put one of those things on as i might have remembered to with more experience.  i was applying alot of pressure to the hard potato and with the first pass- i ripped my wrist open.  i just stared at it for a while in disbelief, then i knew i had to sit down immediately.  francie went to get mitch.  he looked at it and he too was in disbelief.  anyway, we decided there was nothing really to stitch and just tried to stop the bleeding and apply pressure and keep it elevated.  so on to the couch.  no supper tonight!!

the next morning i decided that i better get to the doctor.  he managed to place one big loose stitch in it and he debrided the area.  he wrapped it well and placed my arm in a splint to keep it very still.  the problem was that the cut was right where my wrist turns and bends, so it would be very hard to heal if not kept immobile for awhile.  immobile.  what?  i am not immobile and my right hand is definitely not immobile.  the next morning i moved my now immobile useless self to the kitchen table and tried to mentally prepare myself for the “changing of the dressing.”  mitch removed all of the armor and we both examined it.  i managed to look at it closely and take a picture with my iphone (which i will not share with you, i promise).  mitch began to wrap my hand back up and i started to feel faint.  i informed him that i was very faint and i tried to stop it and put my head down.  i woke up on the kitchen floor a couple minutes later.  mitch caught me and slid me onto the floor then he finished wrapping it.  fainting is something that my mama and i do and that is why we are not nurses or doctors! 

i will wrap up this drama with a few observations from the longest week and a half of my life.  not being able to cook for that long sent me into a quick frustrated depression, not knowing how long was unnerving, and i cannot imagine never being able to chop things.  i do feel lucky though-  i have been catering nearly three years now- using sharp knives daily- and this is my first injury aside from minor burns here and there.  i am still bandaged up, however, my scar would look alot better if i had followed the doctor’s orders- but immobile and still are not words in my vocabulary.  i did enjoy a couple of days of pain meds while falling in love with a teenage vampire named Edward.

and on an even happier note- WHO DAT??  here is the alter i made in the kitchen which we kept candles burning on the half shell 24 hours prior to the big game.  my hand hurt while i cheered and jumped around- but i couldn’t help it.  WOW.  i am still not over it.  when freeney and addai gave us some trouble- i broke out a little voodoo as well and it seemed to do the trick. so you can all thank me for dat!

the who dat alter

voodoo against freeney and addai

alligator faucet

 SNOW DAT????

where's charlie???

luke's first snow!

SNOW DAT!!

bye y’all . . .

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