I like to cook, and if I had a kitchen that was bigger than a standard closet I would do it far more often. But last night I had such a hankering for this recipe that I had invented in my head, I made the rare exception and cooked at home.
So I was making a Apple Gorgonzola Chicken Salad. Step one was to begin cooking two chicken breasts, which I do with a little salt, pepper, and about one turn of the pan of EVOO (can you tell I love Rachel Ray just a bit?) So I got the oil heated and put the chicken on. Side one goes for about 6 minutes. So I start the walnuts on the next burner. So I'm chatting away and stirring my walnuts (that shouldn't sound so dirty...) when it's time to flip the chicken.
I should know better than to not pay attention to such things.
I pick up the tongs, flip breast one over, and splash scalding hot oil all up my forearm!
MEGA-OUCH
The Boy Scout (Eagle Scout actually, for those that know the difference) in me reacts and I run it under water. You know, basic first aid. But it still got all blistered and R.E.D.
It's like The Phantom of the Opera on my arm.
Since I have to be all bandaged and people keep asking what happened, I think I'm going to start saying I got mugged. That the bandages are covering a knife-wound earned in self-defense.
That sounds better than "I hurt myself making Apple Gorgonzola Chicken Salad", right?
2 comments:
Ooch, hope you feel better
Thanks! It is getting better. Very itchy today... but I am being told that's a good thing (as I exercise all self-control to not scratch through my bandages...)
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