
A weekly column about the psychology of cooking and food.
I have always been afraid of knives, and have compensated by learning decent knife skills and developing confidence in my ability to pit avocados, slice onions and perform other dangerous but necessary daily kitchen tasks.
So how did I manage, two weeks ago, to stab myself in the index finger with a sharp paring knife in the midst of preparing a salad?
On a good day, I find chopping vegetables meditative, relaxing. I often cook to unwind. But on this particularly stressful day I allowed my thoughts to drift while doing something that actually demands calm and concentration, no matter how many times I have managed to handle sharp kitchen knives without injuring myself.
I was run down and rushing and had unpleasant thoughts on my mind; I should have slowed down and taken a deep breath, not acted like a kamikaze line cook at a three-star restaurant racing against the clock. My hand slipped suddenly and blood splurted cinematically all over my tiny Paris kitchen, making it look like a murder scene.
This embarrassing and unfortunate kitchen disaster landed me in the hospital with a severed artery and nerve — I managed somehow to plunge the knife deeply enough into my finger to require surgery, my whole left hand bound up and immobilized for more than two weeks. As of yesterday, it’s just the wounded finger that is wrapped up like a mummy so its newly sewed together insides don’t “snap in two,” to quote my charming doctor.
So for now I can type and cook with 9 fingers, and have learned how to make many one-handed dishes in the last two weeks, during which time I have ruminated on when I will get the feeling and movement back in my wounded finger and how I will manage to pick up a kitchen knife without hyperventilating. I am hoping that my love of cooking will conquer my fears once I get some semblance of my finger back again. And I have been thinking about how important it is to stay calm and pay attention in the kitchen.
Have nerves or carelessness ever gotten the better of you in the kitchen? Any horror stories you’d like to share?