I just tried to catch a glass as it fell out of the dish drainer, and of course it shattered against the edge of the countertop and sliced the palm of my hand open, because that’s what my life is like.  And obviously it’s my right hand and I’m right-handed.  I don’t think I’m going to be kneading any dough or slicing any lemons tonight, which means you’ll have to wait until the morrow for your weekly dose of cheap eats.   Although I am proving to be a pretty decent left-handed typist, so I guess that’s a perk in case my right side is ever trapped under a beam in a burning barn and I need to send a frantic one-handed email calling for help.*

*Assuming the cows have an internet-ready computer.