...during kitchen prep work?
Mine was today, while trimming the bone out of a couple of pork chops. I violated the rule that says to always cut away from yourself, if possible, and the knife got around the end of the bone more quickly than I anticipated, and landed nicely on the end of my finger.
I'd say I cut myself in the kitchen about once a month. It's weird, because sometimes, I swear I get a millisecond premonition before it happens; I'll be slicing an onion or whatever, and the instant before my knife nicks my finger/knuckle/thumb, I'll see it happening in my mind's eye.
I've also had a couple of freak accidents over the years, like dropping a knife on my bare foot, or poking myself in the cheek with a knife.
Mine was today, while trimming the bone out of a couple of pork chops. I violated the rule that says to always cut away from yourself, if possible, and the knife got around the end of the bone more quickly than I anticipated, and landed nicely on the end of my finger.
I'd say I cut myself in the kitchen about once a month. It's weird, because sometimes, I swear I get a millisecond premonition before it happens; I'll be slicing an onion or whatever, and the instant before my knife nicks my finger/knuckle/thumb, I'll see it happening in my mind's eye.
I've also had a couple of freak accidents over the years, like dropping a knife on my bare foot, or poking myself in the cheek with a knife.