Should my finger be blue?

I’m guessing the answer is “no.”

I overdid it yesterday. See we had a dinner party planned for which I was going to grill a paella–a recipe I’m developing for a story. You’d think a broken hand would have meant a canceled dinner party. In most worlds you’d be right. BUT I need to cook this recipe (or get it cooked) before the cast comes off anyway AND my mother-in-law is visiting and offered to do all the chopping, etc. So we had the dinner.

People raved about the paella, but I think they were humoring the pathetic broken hand girl. Fear of an imperfect paella had led me to make a pitcher of margaritas using juice from the fruit of our Meyer lemon tree. Maybe it worked and everyone was a bit too fuzzy at the edges to notice somewhat crunchy rice.