A friend of mine recently went on a holiday, and on return, tells me she has a present for me. I had no idea what it could be. She came around one day to hang out, and brought the mystery gift with her. Turns out, it was a knife.

I needed one, as I’d recently moved abroad to a country I never really needed to cook in, and decided that I did actually want to start cooking. A steak knife won’t do the job well enough.

Turns out it was an amazing knife, a Maestro Wu. They’re made on an island of Taiwan, called Kinmen, that’s very close to China. If your knowledge of history in that area isn’t great, let me just say that Taiwan-China relations haven’t been great for a very long time. China bombed this little island a hell of a lot. One enterprising guy decided to make knives from bombshells, and such, the Maestro Wu knife was born.

I can’t stress how sharp this is. I own a lot of wonderful kitchen knives back in my home country, but that’s where they stayed, but this new knife is arguably the sharpest I’ve used, and it’s well weighted.

One day, after a night of drinking, and I should note that I was drinking ciders of strength unknown, that turned out to be, strength large, I woke up feeling poorly.

Knowing the fragile state of play I also knew I needed to eat, so I set out to do just that. Of course, an omelette was the best choice, full of all the things you need after a night on the gas.

So there I was, in the kitchen, cutting up various ingredients for the omelette that would be my savior. I put the knife down, but not in a place that made good sense. I was hungover after all.

And then I knocked it, and it fell. Unfortunately for me (in this case) I have pretty great reflexes, it’s rare that I’ll knock something over and not catch it, this was no exception.

The end of the blade fell onto my index finger, right where the final knuckle is before the palm, and wow it cut deep.

Blood went everywhere. Because of where the cut was, in an area that sees constant movement and thus, opening of the wound, blood just kept going everywhere.

None the less I had an omelette to make, so I wrapped it up with toilet paper and got back to making the omelette.

It was a good omelette.