Up with me: excitement this morning, which it's too bad
nobody filmed,because it was a Three Stooges morning in the kitchen.
To wit: Got up as usual, humming happily, put on kettle, sprayed pan
with olive oil ready to put on homebaked slice to
fry before breaking egg over, favorite breakfast, put on burner. Then while I had the bread out I thought, ah, why don't I slice and cube it ready for the stuffing tomorrow. Whip out the breadknife, eyes probably not fully open,knife slips off the bread and buries itself into my finger. Much blood. Rush to downstairs bathroom to staunch blood, clean, apply dressing, interrupted by sound of kettle whistling loudly, joined by smoke alarm on all three floors, it doesn't mess around. Run back holding up hand, to realize pan with olive oil is now smoking merrily. Whip open window, turn off kettle, put oven fan on high, wave newspaper at smoke alarm to quieten it down. Return to bathroom to redo entire hand and get bandaids in place, then a latex glove over the lot in order to cook. continue with breakfast as originally scheduled. Later, while organizing turkey, realize poor thing and I have more in common than usual this year, as I rinsed off the turkey blood from the dish. The dressing, my own recipe, first time of trying, using homebaked bread cubes, farmshare red pepper diced, Granny Smith apple diced, big piece of frozen sage pesto, kosher salt, black pepper, chicken stock (storebought this one), looks as if it will work out nicely.
I'm hoping for a quieter day from now on.