I pulled the frozen guacamole out of the freezer to lop off a chunk to go with the omelet I was making.
I have a small cleaver and a cutting board. I place the guac on the board and I stick an end of the cleaver into it to begin working a piece of the rock hard stuff free. I'm successful from the get to and continue to do so until I get several pieces released from their confines, enough that I'm satisfied I have enough for my recipe.
From behind me I hear Missy state: "You know ... you should use something else before you decapitate yourself."
Now ... I've done plenty of kitchen prep work over the course of my life. I mean ... I like to cook, so there have been countless times I've had the opportunity to chop and slice and pare and skin and drain and peel and separate and grind and more.
But never, ever, ever (and, yes ... I used the word "never" there, something I rarely, rarely use) positioned my neck between a knife and what I'm cutting when I've prepped food previously ... using your neck as a cutting board, for Pete's sake.
.......... Ruprecht ( STOP using your neck as a cutting board, dammit)
