That's a good thing isn't it? I was always told that if you can feel the pain of a burn, then it could always be worse. I believe that in the name of sacrificial love I have truly outdone myself today. I agreed to get up early this week and make my husband breakfast.
Day 1 - Breakfast Burritos Extraordinairre
Day 2 - French Toast (the real kind... with real French Bread)
Day 3 - Puffy Pancake with Blueberry sauce
Now, the Puffy Pancake turned out beautifully. I had never attempted to make one before and, I might add, that I still haven't eaten one! I have this fantastic new Pampered Chef cookware, and it works in the oven too. Well I slipped my chicken print oven mitt over my hand, and pulled that nice pan out of the oven. The puff smelled wonderful! I took the oven mitt off, scooped a ladel full of steaming bluberry sauce out of a saucepan and spread it over the puff. I was so fascinated at watching the puff begin to un-puff that I grabbed the pan to take it out to the table. The typically NOT hot silicone sleeve fooled me for a minute, but then my ring finger began to sound the alarm. It was a brief jolt of pain, and then came the seething hot realization that the heel of my hand was in full contact with stainless steel. I felt like someone was yanking a calf brander from my hand. I shouted a handful of expletives (all the same word, I believe) and dove for the sink.
I managed to get whipped cream on Hubby's puff, all while running my tender hand under cool water. It's not looking so good - but at least the skin stayed on. Blisters are definitely forming. Ugh! Right now any time I get more than 2 seconds away from a source of cold, I dang near get lightheaded!
You wanna know the really good news? He thought the puff was great!