“My back aches. My eyes burn. I’ve been peeling and chopping for an hour, but I’m still being taunted by a pile of untouched vegetables. My problem is not the quantity. It’s that the task of steadying each item falls to an almost useless appendage: the short, goofy arm, inexplicably bent into an L-shape and graced by just three fingers, that dangles from my right shoulder…”
Read the rest in the July 2009 issue of Gourmet or click here to read it online.