I'd forgotten the toll cooking takes on one's hands. Just during the month I spent at home, my hands went back to their usual soft state. My nails long and painted with sparkly polish andmy fingers adorned with 5 silver rings, every day. Alas, the kitchen doesn't like any of these things. Having only spent a week on Nantucket, I already have chef hands again.
Blister where my knife hits, dry cracked surface skin from flour sucking every bit of moisture out of them, and the saddest looking cracked, peeling, and brittle nails I've ever seen.
Having chef hands is inevitable when working in a kitchen. And though I miss the polish, the rings, and the soft smooth touch of my fingertips, I'm so happy to be working at TOPPER's, making ice creams, sorbets, breads, and plated desserts.