Burn, Baby, Burn

I’m a reasonably decent cook. What I also am is a kitchen injury waiting to happen. Okay, here’s the story: Saturday night I was cooking dinner. I believe I had two pans going plus the tea kettle for my tea. Our kitchen is tiny, so I keep my most-used spices on top of the vent hood, which hangs down from the ceiling over the stove island. (Please pardon the very messy kitchen in the photo.)



Often, when I walk around there to get spices, I just add them from there rather than walking back around front then around back again to put them away. (I’m not lazy… I’m efficient.) Anyway, I was doing that and didn’t think about the tea kettle and its--now boiling--contents. Stuck my arm right in front of the thing and got myself a nice steam burn on the inside of my arm.

Those of you who knew me in the Casa Bonita days may remember that I always had minor burn marks on my arms… and I once got some pretty nasty oil burns on my legs. And in my days since retiring from the restaurant industry, I’ve twice had to get stitches in a finger because of cutting myself whilst cooking. Have I mentioned before that I’m a clod?

Potty Training Day 3 went very well. Wee Laddie is still insisting on doing the majority of his pooping once we get the diaper on him for bedtime, but he did do a little one in the potty while I was at German class. And he did beautifully on base today when we went for lunch. Aside from the one time Sunday morning when he forgot he wasn’t wearing a diaper, he hasn’t had any “accidents,” and he hasn’t peed during nap at all in the last 3 days. I guess a little sheer terror was all the motivation he needed.