There’s something just so incredibly special about cutting a giant chunk off of your thumb while in the presence of a seasoned chef… on her mandolin no less- right after she told you not to cut yourself. What’s even more special is effectively hiding the fact from her ALL DAY, successfully, and continuing on to teach some jazz classes with a delightfully ghetto digit wrap to keep foot germs from invading your open wound… only to discover upon arriving home (30 minutes from civilization) that you have no other clean bandaids. Aw yeah. I suppose tomorrow we will see just how much damage I managed to incur.  …It’s now the…