Today I did what cooks will inevitably do at some point in time. I burned myself. This isn't the first time it's happened (and most likely won't be the last) but this does win the prize for being the dumbest. I was making dirty rice and in trying to follow child safety regulations, had all the handles turned towards the back of the stove. When I picked up the sauce pan, I neglected to note that it had been subjected to the heat of the other burner that was on at the time. So needless to say I had the handle impression burned into the palm of my hand. The burn isn't bad by any stretch of the imagination, but it did sting a bit.
So after I had invented other curse words to say that would not come back to haunt me by way of a 2 year old child, I went to sit down on the couch while Mike got some ice for my hand. The ice packs that I got were in the form of Lightining McQueen and Nemo. Brady saw these ice packs and came running over, but Mike told him that they were for me because Mommy had an owie. Brady become very concerned at this point, wanted to see my "owie" and then asked, "I kiss you" at which point he proceeded to kiss my hand. Afterwards he took it upon himself to hold the ice pack against my palm and asked repeatedly, "Mommy ok?". Of course, I assured him that I was. . .
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With the exception of the regular oven burns from rearranging or moving things around, my 'stupid burn moment' occured when I forgot that I had placed an empty Le Creuset saucepan on the burner and proceeded to pick it up to put it away (it was empty after all!). As I went to put it in the cupboard I patted the base of it on the palm of my hand (fresh off the flame). Needless to say that hurt!
ReplyDeleteSpend enough time in the kitchen and you will get scarred :-p !
Josh.