Shrimp and me: ow.

This is the second time in a row I have managed to stab myself in the finger while shelling shrimp. Stabbed myself, mind, *with* the shrimp. Hard enough to bleed both times.

(I think. There's an outside chance that this time I cut myself on an oyster shell instead.)

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Grilled peaches. Transcendent. The only flaw? No vanilla ice cream in the house. This will be rectified immediately.