Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Brilliant, Emily (but not really)

Last night I was brilliant. Well, not really. Pretty much the opposite of brilliant. I was cooking dinner following the instructions in my Rachael Ray cookbook, which included baking chicken a skillet placed in the oven. No problem, our skillets are oven safe. After the poultry was cooked, I pulled the skillet out and served it up, at which point I realized the handle was sticking out over the aisle as opposed to the stove. Without thinking about the fact that this stainless steel object had just come out of the 400 degree oven, I grabbed the handle to rotate it over the stove. NOT a good idea...

(my hand after soaking it in cold water)

...needless to say, I spent the rest of the evening nursing my hand. Despite my thoughtless act, my hand is actually doing amazingly well (praise God!). I woke up this morning with one small blister on one finger, and bit of tenderness in the other fingers. But no hospital visit was necessary, and I really don't think this will limit any of my day-to-day activities (beyond not rowing this morning).

Oh yeah, did I mention I'm rowing again? I started last week. I am having so much fun! We only have practice 3 days a week so - as much as I enjoy it - it doesn't take over my life in quite the same way as it did in college. Everyone seems really fun and friendly, too. It's been great getting to know them a bit over the past week, and I'm excited to get to know them even better over the next few months.


  1. Ouch, that's one way to learn... A while back it was time for me to try changing the oil in my motorcycle for the first time. It turned out to be way easier than working on a car, because everything's right out in the open and easy to get to. I put my wrench on the drain plug, and started to push on it, I noticed that the hot exhaust pipe was right next to it, right in the path of the wrench. I told myself, I better not touch that. Of course, as soon as the plug broke loose, that's right where my hand went. That spot between my thumb and finger bugged me for a long time, and there's still a splotch there where the skin's just a hair darker. I never used a wrench for that job again - a socket with an extension takes the exhaust pipe out of the equation.

  2. Glad to hear you learned! I'm hoping I remember this lesson...nothing worse than making the same dumb mistake over and over and over.