I've just finished taking a cooking class.
It's great except for the injuries.
Yerp. 4 classes, 3 injuries, 2 burned hands, and 1 sliced fingernail.
Actually, counting burns alone adds up to more than once per class session.
1. I burned my left hand while washing up at our first class. Stupid, I know. The lady in front of me turned on hot only, and it was fine for her, but had heated up decently by the time I got to the sink.
On the plus side, I didn't scream (much).
2. I steamed my other hand while opening our oven. I was making our patented sweet potato fries. Sliced like potatoe chips, then tossed with olive oil, garlic and salt and baked for 20 minutes, they are fantastic). And steamy. The potatoes had given off a ton of super-heated steam. for me to blast my hand with when I went to add the entrée to the oven.
On the plus side, I didn't drop the shrimp.
3. Cutting up garlic, suhhhh-LICEEEE through the nail. Ouch. Apparently, I'd listened when my instructors repeated, time and again, that "sharp knives are safer than dull knives." Well, fooey on that. Sharp knives hurt bad and slice fast. I ended up minus one nail for several weeks.
On the plus side, I didn't bleed on ALL the garlic, so I could use some of it for my chicken and dumplings soup/stew concoction.
So, there you have it. Cooking is fun, and dangerous.
Posted by BilFish at March 17, 2004 09:12 AM