I'm not trying to be Mr. Bummer here, but I'm interested to hear about your battles with ovens, knives, and so on. Here's three of mine:
I was trying to pull a pie out of the oven last Saturday to inspect, and it wouldn't come. I used a little more energy, the pie loosened and I pulled it out satisfactorily, but my left wrist briefly touched the inside of the 375-degree oven door.
At first, it didn't seem like I had any injury at all, and I happen to have a high threshold of pain tolerance in my hands---good for a cook--so I forgot it. A minute later, though, I knew I'd done some damage, and put ice on the spot. Within an hour I had a quarter-sized angry red spot on my wrist with a couple of blisters. It's now 6 days later and the thing is still a mess; I really burned myself.
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My brother and I shared an apartment when we were just into our 20s; one night he was making a pizza, turned the oven on and forgot to light it until about 5 minutes had gone by.
I was in the other end of the apartment when he lit the oven, and it sounded like a car accident. Just a huge explosion. I rushed back to the kitchen and there he was, his face black just like Daffy Duck after Elmer Fudd shoots him.
Luckily he was not severely burned, just a little singed, we both thought it was the funniest event of the year, and we still talk about it to this day.
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When I was 14, I was a dishwasher/salad prep person at an Italian restaurant. Their knives were scalpel-sharp, and one went through the nail and top of my left thumb.
You?
All in the name of good eatin'!
I was trying to pull a pie out of the oven last Saturday to inspect, and it wouldn't come. I used a little more energy, the pie loosened and I pulled it out satisfactorily, but my left wrist briefly touched the inside of the 375-degree oven door.
At first, it didn't seem like I had any injury at all, and I happen to have a high threshold of pain tolerance in my hands---good for a cook--so I forgot it. A minute later, though, I knew I'd done some damage, and put ice on the spot. Within an hour I had a quarter-sized angry red spot on my wrist with a couple of blisters. It's now 6 days later and the thing is still a mess; I really burned myself.
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My brother and I shared an apartment when we were just into our 20s; one night he was making a pizza, turned the oven on and forgot to light it until about 5 minutes had gone by.
I was in the other end of the apartment when he lit the oven, and it sounded like a car accident. Just a huge explosion. I rushed back to the kitchen and there he was, his face black just like Daffy Duck after Elmer Fudd shoots him.
Luckily he was not severely burned, just a little singed, we both thought it was the funniest event of the year, and we still talk about it to this day.
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When I was 14, I was a dishwasher/salad prep person at an Italian restaurant. Their knives were scalpel-sharp, and one went through the nail and top of my left thumb.
You?
All in the name of good eatin'!
