The day was Saturday. I had spent a wonderful morning and afternoon at the Flying Needles Quilt Guild, a guild I now belong to. Friends were joining us for a wonderful Ranch Style dinner thanks to the Pioneer Woman and a her awesome cook book. Everything was going well, or so I thought. Not once did I suspect that I would have a run in with a metal skillet and LOSE.
It all started in the evening. Nate was kind enough to prep and put the pot roast in the oven for me while I was on the way home from the guild, just in case it needed a longer time to cook, we didn’t want to be eating at 9 pm. When I got home I peeled the potatoes for our creamy mashed potato dish, buttered and sprinkled a pinch of salt and rosemary on the rolls, and had Nate prepare his Caesar salad dressing. Things were going so smoothly. Too smoothly, I knew something was going to be up. Alright I didn’t. I usually have one thing go wrong at every dinner party. I thought it would be the homemade ice cream because it decided to set overnight instead of staying a liquid. Back to the story. Our friends arrived and Nate and I were busy taking things out of the oven, plating them, mashing them, and mixing them. The pot roast was perfect, the creamy mash potatoes were creamy, the salad was glistening in dressing – every lettuce leaf coated and the rolls were golden brown. Then it happened.
My beautiful right hand had an accident. Ok, I take that back, if there is one hand that is not beautiful it is my right hand. I have cut it (took the tip off my pointer finger using a mandolin slicer – still isn’t healed), scared it, pulled IVs out of it (and then scared it), and dried it out. If any limb is nice it would be my feet and toes, seriously they are cute.
Alright I think they are cute. Anyways, I took my wonderful butter rosemary skillet rolls out of the oven and put them on a hot plate on the table. When I was taking it to the table the skillet was so warm that it you could feel it through my gloves so I thought no one will be able to move this around the table because of the heat, so I’ll transfer them to a plate. I climb up to a top shelf to reach a nice serving dish after I put the skillet back on the oven and removed my oven mitt. I put the plate on the oven, grabbed the skillet and quickly ran to the bathroom for some cool water. In case you are wondering no harm came to the rolls. After the water I went back and finished dinner and ate with one of the ice packs on my hand. I know I should not have put ice on it, but it was the only thing that felt better.
Here is a picture of my hand. The circled areas are the ones that I burnt.
Anyways, I kept the ice on through dinner and ate with my left hand which was a feet in itself. Nate served me but I refused to let him cut my meat. We cleaned up and then played a game of Rock Band which is one of my favorite things. I was vocals most of the night. I tried once to play bass, but needed a rest. I even tried to drum – that was a major mistake. I was running to the bathroom every 5-10 minutes to put my hand under cool water because the ice packs were not cutting it anymore.
I knew sleeping was going to be quite a scene. When it finally came time to try and sleep we tried everything that the online Mayo Clinic said to do. But nothing was working well enough for me. The only thing that was helpful was cool water in an ice cream bucket. It was decided that we would rig up the sofa in the family room so that I could keep my hand in the bucket. So on the sofa I slept with my right hand in an ice cream bucket that was on a phone book so it was high enough. And to answer your question, I was fine because it wasn’t warm water, thank you. By 3am I was able to take my hand out of the bucket and sleep. I stayed on the sofa in case I needed the bucket.
Today, I’m doing better. Only a couple places sting. But I think I’m out of a couple activities for a while.
I really need to use my pot holders.