Extenuating circumstances

Last night my cousin realized at the very last minute that she had not put any potatoes on the grill, and since no Icelandic meal is complete without potatoes, this required action. We decided to cut the potatoes to make them cook faster.  About 2/3 of the way through this process, I nicked my finger with the knife. My cousin's husband laughed, said he'd been cutting veggies all day and hadn't cut himself once, and then my uncle chimed in that I'm always hurting myself. The term "extended family" hardly does them justice; it felt just like home. 

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