So, to preface the story, I have a rather small kitchen. Not only is it small, it's cramped. This usually isn't a big deal, just because I'm in there cooking for like 20 minutes, then I'm out.
I decided to make cookies today. Even though there were numerous signs that the recipe, as I'd written it down, would make a ridiculous amount of dough, I went through with it anyway. I'm talking four eggs, three cups of flour, enough that I'd easily be rolling dough and baking for 2 hours. My oven's also iffy enough that I'd have to check every batch partway through to make sure that they haven't burned, for some crazy reason. So, I'm baking and checking, and, as a result, the kitchen has gotten really, really hot. Maybe it's some sort of leak on the oven door, but it's brutal in there. After about an hour of this, I totally and completely abandon what I've learned about working in the kitchen, and, more importantly, my common sense, and take off my shirt, which has gotten pretty gross by now. I open the oven to take out the tray, and my oven mitt, which I'd been using all morning, is now unpleasantly hot. Through some horrible reflex, my first reaction is to pull the oven-fresh cookie sheet toward my torso, resulting in a wonderful burn.
SO, sitting in a room across the hall, upon hearing about it: "You, shirtless, baking cookies. Yeah, that's out of playgirl, and incredibly stupid."
Burn
Cookies
I decided to make cookies today. Even though there were numerous signs that the recipe, as I'd written it down, would make a ridiculous amount of dough, I went through with it anyway. I'm talking four eggs, three cups of flour, enough that I'd easily be rolling dough and baking for 2 hours. My oven's also iffy enough that I'd have to check every batch partway through to make sure that they haven't burned, for some crazy reason. So, I'm baking and checking, and, as a result, the kitchen has gotten really, really hot. Maybe it's some sort of leak on the oven door, but it's brutal in there. After about an hour of this, I totally and completely abandon what I've learned about working in the kitchen, and, more importantly, my common sense, and take off my shirt, which has gotten pretty gross by now. I open the oven to take out the tray, and my oven mitt, which I'd been using all morning, is now unpleasantly hot. Through some horrible reflex, my first reaction is to pull the oven-fresh cookie sheet toward my torso, resulting in a wonderful burn.
SO, sitting in a room across the hall, upon hearing about it: "You, shirtless, baking cookies. Yeah, that's out of playgirl, and incredibly stupid."
Burn
Cookies
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