Just looking at my mandolin is enough to give horrible flashbacks of my bloody finger tips. Ohhh gosh, that was terrible.
About 3 months ago I was going mandolin crazy with apple chips, veggie chips, and anything slice-related. Until I almost sliced off my two finger tips, that is. That was the first battle where my mandolin won. To be honest, I threw the thing in my closet for months and had PTSD whenever anyone mentioned using one in the kitchen.
What isn’t there to love about plantains? Green, sweet, fried, mushed up into Mofongo, baked. I’ll take you any way I can get you, Sir Platano. I’ve even perfected the art of peeling unripe green ones (I prefer green over black ripe ones). It’s so easy, but still I see tutorials on soaking them in hot water for 5 minutes prior to peeling. Psh. Call me impatient, I call me: Jedi Master Peeler.
Obviously I have to make a tutorial video and post it. But for now, check out this guy. He makes me smile.