Use This Baby Mandoline to Make Yourself a Tiny Salad

When my roommate Kristen moved out of our Brooklyn apartment to fulfill her destiny as a self-possessed Manhattan It Girl, I fulfilled my own: I became the new owner of her mini mandoline slicer. As she left Brooklyn, she held out her gloved hand, placing a miniature, careworn Oxo mandoline in my palm. “This has always brought me luck—and lots of thinly sliced radishes,” she said, her eyes obscured by a large elegant sun hat. The final call for departure rang out and she turned to board the ship.

“Thank you, Kristen! For everything you taught me!” I shouted after her. She glanced back for a moment, offering a knowing smile, before disappearing into the bulkhead door. Her last words of advice hung vivid in my mind: “Always remember to protect your fingers

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