Sunday evening, Mrs. HM had several irons in the fire. Or several pots on the burner. I had to get Farmer H's supper ready, and also things to prepare for Monday's BBQ feast with The Pony. I was leaving patting out the hamburgers, the cooking of the baked beans, making the potato salad, and preparing the garlic cheese bread for Monday, when The Pony would be here to assist in fetching ingredients from FRIG II. Still, I needed to boil four eggs, and a bag of potatoes to have ready for the potato salad.
I figured I could do the boiling while getting Farmer H's supper ready. He was having chicken tenders on hot dog buns, adorned with pickles, onions, and pepper jack cheese, plus two frozen hash browns. What could possibly go wrong?
I put the four eggs in a small pan on the back burner, and the potatoes in a pot on the front burner. I put the chicken tenders in the oven at 425 degrees. Microwaved the hash browns for 45 seconds on each side, to give them a shorter cooking time in the oven. I got out the pickle slices from FRIG II, to drain on a paper towel. I set out Farmer H's plate, the buns, and the ketchup he would want for the hash browns. I selected a small onion for slicing.
The eggs were done, so I put them in the sink with cold water. I took out the pan of chicken tenders to turn them over and add the hash browns.
YOUCH! On the crowded counter, I touched the hot pan with the side/heel of my right hand. That really smarted! I was hoping my injury would not affect the evening's scratching of my lottery tickets!
I gave the boiled eggs a crack, to facilitate easier peeling the next day, and set them on the sink drainer to drip dry before putting them in FRIG II. Then set out two pieces of cheese alongside the pickles. I sliced Farmer H's onion. Then called him in to construct his sandwiches. Everything was running on schedule, despite my burned hand.
Farmer H surprisingly was able to make his own sandwiches. As he carried them to the living room, I peered into the boiling pot at the potatoes.
YOUCH! Drops of boiling water shot out and landed on my OTHER hand!
Taking care of Farmer H certainly exposes Mrs. HM to hazardous conditions!
2 comments:
I join you with burns though mine were last week when I was making the pizzas for myself and the big one to take to the twins house, short on space I tried to put the round pizza tray on top of the microwave, but it slipped a little and caught the soft inside of my forearm. Boy did that smart! I slapped a bag of frozen peas on it right away.
River,
YOUCH! I bet that left a mark. I had frozen peas in FRIG II's freezer, but I was too busy to stop and decide which burn to apply it to. Mine are better now.
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