Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Double-Klutzing

I'm a dangerous person in the kitchen. When a major cookfest is underway, I draw an imaginary Line of Death across the kitchen floor and warn the dogs not to cross it. But the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune seek me out, even when I am preparing a feast for those I love.

The holidays are fraught with peril. Too bad that most recipes require the use of a knife. I should be required to get a license in order to have access to knives. I inevitably miss and nick my finger, or worse. On Christmas Day, I needed brown sugar for cookies. I put a plastic bag of frozen sugar in the microwave. Must have hit 2 minutes instead of 20 seconds. Reached in without looking. ZOWIE. My finger won't be healed until mid-January, at best.

This morning, reaching for something in the fridge, I stood up and banged my head on the closed freezer door. And not for the first time, either. My husband shook his head in wonderment. "Well, after all, " I said, "we've only had this refrigerator for 12 years."

1 comment:

Nancy said...

Proof positive that cooking is dangerous and we should leave it to the professionals by eating out more!LOL