The fear is real.

I wasn’t even prepping but cleaning the damned thing and the safety plate was on. I am about to dry it off when I notice the cute streak of red on its side and I wonder wat the heck was that. Hey Yay! I cut my left thumb!

Scary part? I did not know I was cut. Even looking at it, I did not feel it.

The cut was not long but deep and bleeding a lot so I used some old QR WoundSeal I had, added gauze and tape and done.

New found respect for that thing.


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By Miguel.GFZ

Semi-retired like Vito Corleone before the heart attack. Consiglieri to J.Kb and AWA. I lived in a Gun Control Paradise: It sucked and got people killed. I do believe that Freedom scares the political elites.

8 thoughts on “You guys remember the post about the mandolin slicer?”
  1. Well at least the blood sacrifice to the new widget was relatively small. Those things find a way.

  2. Very sharp blades cleanly sever the nerves so the cut doesn’t start hurting until it starts healing. I learned that in middle school when I closed a brand new Swiss Army knife on my finger.

  3. BTDT! I love that thing, but it’s like having a pet tiger. Eventually there’s going to be blood… Now the last half inch at least of whatever I’m slicing gets done some other way or it just gets used as a big hunk. Not worth any more of my flesh and blood to get that last slice!

  4. I’m a chef. Not a pretend one, but even got me a degree in chefery. I require[under pain of write up] anyone using or of these things to have a cut glove on at all times. They are on of the best tools in a kitchen, but hands down [pun intended]one of the most dangerous. Glad you didnt get seriously hurt!

  5. Small town life story: I was suturing a lac some nice lady acquired from one of these. In conversation, she’s very liberal. Not screeching-harpy-grievance-factory-liberal, simply “Mr. Obama did good things, I have hopes for the 2020 election that Mr. Trump will return to civilian life” liberal.

    So, I told her of your “Demon Mandolin Slicer” thread, and invited her to peruse it.

    I suspect she might even read it, and smile.

    Life Among The Normals.

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