Late in the afternoon I thought it would be a great idea to bake brownies for the poker party. I have this "secret" recipe that is basically boxed brownies times three. It requires a deep aluminum foil pan and not much else. As the timer on the oven went off, I donned my oven mitts and reached in to remove the brownies to see if they were done. They were not done. No, they were not.
As I picked up the hot pan, it buckled, and scalding hot brownie goo ran along my left wrist, all over the oven mitts, and down the inside of the oven door. Oh hell. I was cursing and wincing and quickly moved the pan up and away from the oven. In doing so, I splattered brownie goo all over the stove, the counter, the floor and the front of the microwave.
I quickly removed the oven mitts and ran my left wrist under cool water. Oooh, it hurt! I stood there very much in pain, looking at the kitchen completely destroyed, and I wanted to cry. But instead I burst into hysterical laughter. I couldn't believe I created such a nightmare in about five seconds flat.
I spent the next 45 minutes scraping up brownie goo with a BBQ spatula, and wiping our counters, stove and floor with a sponge and a huge bowl of soapy water.
This is what it looked like, only worse. What you can't see here is the red scar on my wrist and the expression on my face...
4 comments:
Oh no!! If I still worked at Pickett that rep with the 'secret' recipe would no longer be getting our business. Sorry about your wrist and your kitchen!!
Ouch! As you have learned, cooking can be dangerous for your health! I love the picture - that made me laugh,
mmmm brownie goo.
That's the Jenni I love! Laughing instead of crying. I'm not so sure I would have laughed...
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