I am not a graceful person. I’ll find a bruise on my leg and have no idea how it got there or a cut on my finger and have no idea how that got there. Also, I would never call myself a dexterous person either. More to the point though, everyone in my family knows that I’m not especially skilled with my hands. When my grandmother taught me how to make steamed eggs she never told me to put minced garlic in it. After she passed away my sister told me that my grandmother told her about the garlic but didn’t tell me about it because she was afraid for me when I was using the kitchen knife. I think she was totally right. I’ll be slicing away and all of a sudden there's blood from one of my fingers. For some reason, the blood is always a surprise. Tonight while I was dicing an onion I sliced a bit of my left index finger right near the nail. Fingers really bleed more than you would think they would. I’ve been thinking of taking a knife skills class at the local culinary school for ages. I really should look into that...