I haz a Woond!

[desperance]

Ouchie. I spent the second half of last night's dinner party with my hand in a jug of cold water. Which kept heating up, faster than physics should allow; if I hadn't kept changing it for fresh, I think it would've ended up steaming.

See, what I did, first I forgot to serve the pork scratchings with the broccoli dish. Remembered them just as I was clearing plates. Went to get them out of the oven, putting on my heatproof gauntlet which I love. Took the dish out of the oven, put it on the counter, closed the oven, picked the dish up.

With, um, the other hand.

I have burned the thumb and two fingers, more badly than I can remember burning myself since I was a teenager. It stayed actively hot for hours. It's okay this morning, except that the skin feels like it has a layer of wax all over it; I suspect I'm going to lose some skin here. Sigh.

Oh, and I cut the top off my other thumb earlier, slicing the pork rinds. Those damn scratchings, they were just out to get me, coming and going...

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[halspacejock.livejournal.com]

Ow. Heal quickly.

You've just reminded me of a self-inflicted wound or two I picked up at Christmas.

First I used the oven gloves to move a large pot full of warm-ish water, which slopped about and splashed the gloves a little. Then I used the same gloves to move a tray full 'o' Turkey, at about 280 degrees C.

By the time I got to the table copious quantities of steam from the wet patches on the gloves had done very interesting things to my hands.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. The story in professional kitchens is that everybody does that once, and once only.

The way I'm going, I expect it to become my regular habit...