You know how there's a big warning on medicines? Like how, on the ones with codeine in them, the warning reads: Do not operate heavy machinery?
Well, there should also be a warning about cooking while on codeine.
I haven't been eating a lot while I've been sick. But I've been trying to eat now and then, figuring a little nutrition can't hurt.
So while I was awake for a bit this afternoon, I decided I should eat something. The only thing that sounded good at all were these Cruncheros Mini-Chimichangas. And that was only because I could eat some chile. Mmm.
So I popped them in the oven and waited sixteen minutes.
When the beeper went off, I grabbed a towel and reached into the oven to pull out the pan.
I think I've already pointed out the fact that my kitchen is tiny. Well, my oven fits in perfectly, being about three-fourths the size of a normal oven. Since my pans are all normal-sized, sometimes the handles want to hook onto stuff in there.
Which is why my hand lingered in the oven. I was having to kind of work the pan out of the oven.
Suddenly, my hand was burned and I thought somehow I'd touched the grill.
Instead, I saw flames rising up from underneath the pan.
I had set the towel on fire.
I'm starting to think I need to hire a nurse to take care of me.
1 comment:
you don't have mad cooking skills
like your father!!!!!
ha ha
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