Thinking back, I think I might have done this with a butter-knife. The rounded tip was why it went astray and caught my finger. It's a real jaggedy cut. I probably should have gone for stitches, but my drunk ass was preoccupied. But I did manage to successfully fry up a batch of frozen butter battered mushrooms. Now there's a giant streak of blood across my stainless fridge so it looks like I murdered someone in my kitchen.

Btw, in case anyone was wondering, butter battered mushrooms induce farts that smell just like artificial butter-flavored popcorn.