I don't know what to cook tonight. Last night we had a breakfast supper of scrambled eggs, bacon, grits with gravy and fruit, and it was delicious. But tonight I have to run to Sage's POMS thing at half time, and right after that, Maile gets done with her dance team practice. So no time to spend in the kitchen cooking.
And maybe I should re-think that whole cooking in the kitchen---I stabbed myself last night with a paring knife! It wasn't intentional. I was scraping out the toffee from a pan and wasn't having much luck with my little spatula, so I switched to a knife. Apparently the pan was greasy from the butter, and the knife slid right out of the pan and into the palm of my hand! I hopped around for a few minutes and everyone panicked, Todd get the car ready and Daleth tied my shoes, but by the time we got to the ER, I changed my mind about getting stitches. Sure, I could see the fat poking out of the wound, but it had stopped bleeding and I didn't want to sit around for 2-3 hours waiting. So I waited until today and had someone fix me up at work--there are benefits to working at a clinic.
Stabbing yourself is pretty traumatic. I can't imagine what it's like for people stabbed multiple times with LONG, sharp knives. I'll admit I felt a little dizzy for a few minutes, but got it together pretty quickly. And ordinarily blood and stuff doesn't bother me at all, but I guess it's different when it's yourself.
Well anyway, I left that plate full of toffee crackers on the counter and no one ate them--I guess they lost their appetites.