Saturday, October 9, 2021

I burnt the hell out of my hand!

I fixed marvelous swordfish steak for dinner.

I seared it on both sides after rinsing and patting it dry, adding olive oil, lemon juice, salt, pepper, sage and parsley.

Then I put it in a 400 degree oven for 12 minutes.

I took it out of the oven with an oven glove, but trying to get it nearer the plates, I took the metal handle of the cast iron skillet in my right hand.

I threw a fork I was holding across the kitchen, screamed obscenities and ran across the room to put my head on the wall.

Bern told me to hold it under cold water and put a wet paper towel on it.

I did that.

We both agreed it was magnificent swordfish, but my hand still hurts after several doses of cold water and antibiotic salve.

My 'right hand', I might add--the hand I do everything with from opening doors to writing with a pen to wiping myself after going to the bathroom.

I'm getting antibiotic salve on my keyboard writing this.

I may have blisters by morning.

400 degrees us Hot! Hot!


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