Check Out My Rack

So this is from last Friday I think...the pork rack...nothing too special. We just frenched the rack, made that little hat for the bones...made some ratatouille (not a big fan of eggplant, but it wasn't awful). That's about it. Sliced open a different finger, it seems to be one every day. One finger cot begats another. They make your hands so slippery that you make more mistakes. My hands were so hot that morning and I didn't have coffee (don't ask). I was foggy and I was melting the pork with my meaty hands.