A couple nights ago, I was slicing some potatoes up for deep frying. I rarely use the Mandolin slicer, apparently, I had better not use it again or I may lose half of my hand. It was a small slice of thumb, cut off as cleanly as potato slices. But potatoes don’t bleed. Waking up a bit later than usual this morning, scrambled eggs and raisin toast came to mind. And to fruition, yum!