Christmas Time: Feel the Burn!
Hey Mom!
So I thought with all the casket talk last week, I would lighten the mood with a post about Christmas baking. I made my foray into the world of Christmas baking last year and I actually found myself looking forward to it this year. As it turns out it is very difficult to mess up baking which makes it exactly within my wheel house... or so I thought.
DUH DUH DAHHHHHHHH <-- Please imagine Belt from The Croods during this part, would have been easier if I had told you before? Yes. Am I going to change because I'm still actively writing this post? Absolutely not.
So there I am, frantically stirring caramels. The seething mass of brown delight -hmm... that didn't really denote the gustatory euphoria I was hoping but we're moving on- is so close to being ready. Much like a surfer, I ride the wave, precariously balanced between perfection and utter destruction.
That is until the candy thermometer flipped and I was knocked off my proverbial surf board and into the merciless ocean (I did actually google the dangers of surfing but nothing really spoke to me).
So now my arm has been spattered with -and I'm estimating here- 4 billion degree candy. Now I don't know how long it took me to decide what I was going to do but it felt like eons and come and passed, all the while the magma treat I had created was burning through my fragile mortal flesh!
So I pull the caramels off the stove and then proceed to deal with the resulting destruction:
Now I know what you're thinking: Mack, this is clearly not a large burn why are you making such a big deal about this?
HOW ABOUT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN TAUGHT MY WHOLE LIFE THAT MY SKIN SHOULD GENERALLY STAY ATTACHED TO MY BODY, GREG?!
Is this a lesson about being aware of my surroundings? Nah! What about being vigilant around the stove? Ha! Definitely not! So what's the takeaway here? This holiday season if you get any caramels from me just remember that they aren't burnt because I chose to get a nickel sized burn instead.... you're welcome loved ones!
That is all.
So I thought with all the casket talk last week, I would lighten the mood with a post about Christmas baking. I made my foray into the world of Christmas baking last year and I actually found myself looking forward to it this year. As it turns out it is very difficult to mess up baking which makes it exactly within my wheel house... or so I thought.
DUH DUH DAHHHHHHHH <-- Please imagine Belt from The Croods during this part, would have been easier if I had told you before? Yes. Am I going to change because I'm still actively writing this post? Absolutely not.
So there I am, frantically stirring caramels. The seething mass of brown delight -hmm... that didn't really denote the gustatory euphoria I was hoping but we're moving on- is so close to being ready. Much like a surfer, I ride the wave, precariously balanced between perfection and utter destruction.
That is until the candy thermometer flipped and I was knocked off my proverbial surf board and into the merciless ocean (I did actually google the dangers of surfing but nothing really spoke to me).
So now my arm has been spattered with -and I'm estimating here- 4 billion degree candy. Now I don't know how long it took me to decide what I was going to do but it felt like eons and come and passed, all the while the magma treat I had created was burning through my fragile mortal flesh!
So I pull the caramels off the stove and then proceed to deal with the resulting destruction:
Now I know what you're thinking: Mack, this is clearly not a large burn why are you making such a big deal about this?
HOW ABOUT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN TAUGHT MY WHOLE LIFE THAT MY SKIN SHOULD GENERALLY STAY ATTACHED TO MY BODY, GREG?!
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| Is it infected? We'll never know. |
That is all.
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