Chop Chop!

Afternoon all! I'm back from my self-imposed exile and I'm doing a good job of typing, considering I nearly lopped off half a finger last night. A few Stellas, a couple of tots of Glenfiddich, and I was all fired up for some midnight cookery. Obviously moving into the arena of searing metal, boiling water, and sharp knives is a risk at any time, but more so when you've strapped on your beer-goggles. Endorphins and alcohol save the day again...