This one was… well, more brainless.

I was making a tasty baked omelette, with bread and cheese and eggs and mushrooms and bacon and onion and garlic and some asparagus. Yum! I baked it in my regular, heavy aluminum skillet. And when I removed it from the oven, I set it on the stove burner.

At which point my brain was thinking about getting food quickly and getting back to what I was doing, and previous habit said “skillet on stove, handle has never been hot before” and so I picked it up by the handle. Straight out of a 425 degree oven. With my bare hand. I’d show you the blisters, but my digital camera cord is out of commission.

Things I have learned:

• It is possible to play video games with one hand alternating between a bag of frozen stuff (I believe I went through peas, corn, strawberries, and peaches) and the keyboard.
• It is not possible to knit, spin, or wash dishes. (I’m horribly put out about that last one, can you tell?)
• Putting off the dishes until the next morning means a pan full of cement that previously was the remnants of bread and a baked omelette.

Now to figure out what I can do with three pounds of fresh strawberries… and only one working hand.