Roasting a chicken can bring smiles to the downtrodden, the dismissed, the hungry and the hirsute. Hirsute? LOL
Sunday afternoon, it was a great meal started, and in full swing when I took the chicken out of the 450 degree oven.
It was in a large sauté pan, and oven mitts helped me remove it from the hearth. (Ok, I don’t have a hearth per se; I’m just on a 50cent word kick at the moment.)
Roast is now on the stove above the oven, and now I wanted to move the pan from the oven to the cutting block.
No problem right?
Except…
My mitts were no longer on my hands.
Problem.
Ouch.
I spent the next 3 hours keeping my right hand under running water, my palm and 4 of my fingers with 1st degree, almost 2nd degree burns.
I wore gauze on my hand yesterday, but to be honest, today is fine. There’s really only one blister that I have to try to not bump, but apart from that, I’ll be just…fine.
