Those who know me well, know that I do not have a good record with kitchen knives. On any given day, they will attack me and try to kill me...or at least slice little bits off my hands.
In the past couple of weeks, I have subdued the knives but apparently they have been plotting with my pots and pans.
Two weeks ago, I was innocently turning over a piece of frying chicken and my frying pan hocked up a spit/bit of hot oil and burned the back of my right hand quite badly. I was just about healed from that...just a bit of redness left to mark where the attack happened...when last night that SAME FRYING pan became even more of a threat.
I was working on the final stages of 3 dishes at one time (Roasted Chicken in a Scallion and Vermouth Sauce, Seasoned and Steamed Broccoli, and Baked Sweet Potatoes), when my frying pan took the opportunity to prey on my overworked mind to begin hostilities.
John had just gotten home and was talking to me, asking me something complicated, like "When will dinner be ready?"
And I had just taken the frying pan out of a 450 degree oven, had removed the chicken to a plate, stirred the broccoli in its chicken broth, was reading my recipe book for the steps to make the Vermouth/Scallion Sauce...when in my confusion, the gleaming handle of the frypan beckoned to me, saying "you must drain most of the fat"...well, maybe it was the cookbook that said that but the frypan handle WAS gleaming...when in my confusion, I picked up the gleaming silver handle and heavy frypan and (too late) realized my error.
Thank goodness for Aloe Vera, my lovely husband, and SilvaSorb pads. I think I was saved by all three of these things...no emergency room visit, no lasting horrible pain...but lots of embarrassment, minor pain, and frustration at not being able to use my right hand well for the foreseeable future.
Now, I have to figure out how to cook without using knives and frying pans.
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