Easter is coming. It's about a month and a half away, so it's a little too soon to worry about what I'm going to make for Easter dinner. Still, I'm a little scared because I've managed to hurt myself in the kitchen on every holiday since last Easter. Along with the ham, I had decided to make scalloped potatoes. I was using the mandolin (with the guard) to slice the potatoes, but I was rushing to get it done. The guard slipped and I ran my middle finger across the blade. For a split second, I wasn't sure I had cut myself because it didn't hurt. But then it started bleeding, and I mean BLEEDING, and it hurt like crazy. I had cut all the way to the bone. I could actually see it. Really. I grabbed a gob of paper towel and put as much pressure on it as I could. Then I put a bandage on it (which wasn't easy, I was home alone at the time and more than a little woozy after seeing bone), slipped on a disposable glove and finishe...