zhaneel

What was that about streaks again...? Having enjoyed a nice long spell without burning myself at all, last month I managed to burn myself twice not two days apart. 1 - When leaning in to get the sheet pan out of the 425 deg oven, I touched my forearm to the side of the pan when I foolishly attempted to simultaneously lift out my pan (from the opposite side) and block my curious dog from sticking her head in the oven or tapping the pan with her nose to find out what that neat thing is. Needless to say, my arm did not appreciate being touched to both the rolled edge and the underside of the sheet pan. Two long welts later...and I'm wishing I had known about the lavender oil. (Anyone know of a cure for burn scars?) 2 - The next evening, putting another sheet pan into the oven, saying to myself (just in case), "do not fold your arm around the pan, do not shoo the dog away", I failed to remember not to curl my fingers under the bottom of the pan while making sure it gets all the way in. It will be fine if it is just a little over...which lesson I remembered after my knuckles had been pressed firmly against the preheated oven rack.

In keeping with many of the other posts in this thread, I draw the line at balut, live bugs, organs, feet, things that stare back and genitalia, though I'd probably try fried/cooked bugs and brains (cooked, please, and not diseased). But as for "normal" foods, there are three that spring to mind that I just can't stomach - the first two are any type, flavor or variety of beer and most red wines. The smell alone from a cabernet or a merlot can make me nauseous at 6 feet. I'm hoping to try port soon to see if the addition of brandy makes any difference. The third? Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. I'm sorry, but that doesn't qualify as cheese, pasta or food. The cheese-food just tastes... weird. And plasticky.