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POW! right in the mouse finger

All through the Summer and into the Fall, I make a lot of what I like to call Cream of Shit from the Garden Soup. Basically, harvest a bunch of stuff, throw it in the pressure cooker with some herbs and olive oil, blend the shit out of it. I do add cream, but just before serving (the base soup keeps longer that way).

In aid of this souptastic activity, Uncle B bought me a powerful fancy-schmancy Bamix stick mixer. It’s Swiss, bitchez. Thing is awesome. Zero to suck-it-up-a-straw in no time flat.

I love the way the soup color morphs over the season as different things are harvested at different rates. Cool and green early on. Warm and red toward the end.

Today’s was a proper Autumn soup — the principals were tomatoes, carrots and red onions. A bit of cuke (see above) and potato for body. It was very nice. It was very red. It was slightly redder than it ought to be.

Yeah, that’s right. I cleaned the mixer without unplugging it and, um, oopsied. I’d just given it a good bvvvvt in soapy water and I was wiping off the blades when my left hand strayed to the buttons and…it bit me. Not stitches-deep, but deep. I leaked a lot.

And it’s my mouse finger 😮

Comments


Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: September 24, 2014, 10:14 pm

Please heal soon!


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: September 24, 2014, 10:28 pm

Weasel Health Bulletin: Her Stoatliness is still playing computer games furiously. Dodgy digit notwithstanding.


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: September 24, 2014, 10:57 pm

SWeasel is playing hookie!


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: September 24, 2014, 11:00 pm

Dunno about ‘hookie’. She’s playing computer games like the universe depends on it or something.

Oh…


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 24, 2014, 11:23 pm

Oi! The universe *does* depend on it!


Comment from steve
Time: September 25, 2014, 1:00 am

Well then….be certain to triumph…

The lives of the rest of us depend upon it!


Comment from Frit
Time: September 25, 2014, 1:56 am

Hope it heals so fast you don’t even notice it! 🙂


Comment from catnip
Time: September 25, 2014, 3:47 am

It’s downright painful to read this post. I can relate. Hope your mouse finger recovers from its culinary trauma quickly, and thanks for the reminder that soup season has started!


Comment from Nina
Time: September 25, 2014, 4:04 am

Badger House needs to be renamed cannibal house, I guess. 🙂


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Time: September 25, 2014, 4:45 am

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Comment from iamfelix
Time: September 25, 2014, 6:08 am

Oh noes! Even though I mostly enjoy it, cookin’s *dangerous* – at least when I do it. Always burning or slicing myself. Feel better, dear – the intertubes and your fans need you!

P.S. Your soups sound delish.


Comment from J.S.Bridges
Time: September 25, 2014, 7:50 am

😮 and Awwww…also, ouchies!

Been there, dunn’at*, and gots the marks to prove it…

Always remember: Too much finger, spoils the soup – or at least, makes it hard on the digestion.

Best wishes for speedy mouse-finger recovery and rehab, and keep ’em flyin’.

(* Not a stick mixer, but a table saw – many, many moons ago, and full function well-restored long ago as well)

(By the bye – you do have some of the most pleasant and altogether “civilized” comment-trolls in the Blogosphere…)


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: September 25, 2014, 11:20 am

Horrors. I hate kitchen cuts.
Your soup base sounds amazing.


Comment from MikeW
Time: September 25, 2014, 5:57 pm

Yeah, I can just imagine your first reaction to the Zzzz on your finger was total surprise, before a lightning switch to an unprintable exclamation.

I did similar with an deceptively unassuming mandolin. Nicked the tip of my finger. Not off completely, kind of a flip-top. I washed it, bandaged it, tried to keep it elevated and fought off the queasies. And, Lo! Flip survived and we’ve decided to stick together from now on. Scout’s honor, I now always use the pusher thingy without fail.

Stick mixer is awesome, and a hell of a lot easier clean-up than the food processor. Fave soup to make is Spit Pea. Make it every time we cook a ham. Along with some fresh crusty bread and a nice red wine… oh yeah… that’s some good eats.


Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: September 25, 2014, 7:16 pm

Back when I worked as a chef, I shaved off the pads of my fingertips with a Hobart rotary slicer.
We had a blind assistant who was just bringing in the clean towels. I accidentally tackled him trying to get one.
Your soup does sound yummy. Good for you!


Comment from Sigivald
Time: September 25, 2014, 7:34 pm

I like that my KitchenAid has a rotary end that pops off the motor.

So you can clean it without it having any chance of Going Off.


Comment from JeffS
Time: September 26, 2014, 7:21 pm

Don’t think of it as an “oopsie”; think of it as adding an exotic spice.

And I’ve been there, done that. Only that involved a hatchet and the pad of my left index finger, just through the top of the fingernail, barely missing the bone. One stitch and a careful application of surgical glue later, I’m more embarrassed than in pain.

But I did burn that wood, so I made a sacrifice. Sort of.


Comment from EZnSF
Time: September 27, 2014, 3:36 am

High tea and finger foods?

Your post makes me realize my blender is 24 years old.
The plug end has a copper leaking green to it. But not red.
It has however bit off plenty a chuck of wooden spoons.
I suspect it’s dying breath will not be after a taste of my flesh, but after its first attempt to electrocute me.

Worst of all it was your middle finger?
That’s the most useful one.

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