This morning I was making  a tasty cheese grits casserole for a baby shower with fun friends. And in the process of grating the cheese, I also grated my thumb a bit. Don’t worry, party attendees — there was no thumb in yer grits. But I did slice my flesh on what is, apparently, an extremely sharp cheesegrater. Ned and our friends and I are still getting used to the new, very sharp kitchen items we received one year ago for our wedding. This marks the third time someone has shed blood in preparation for a party in our kitchen. Beware!