Don’t Panic!
It’s a dangerous place, that kitchen.
Remember you are in control. Salvage the burned dish, toss out the dropped cabbage, put an adhesive bandage on that finger and get back to it. You still need to eat.
Guess what else…you’ve learned a valuable lesson from whatever mistake or mishap just happened.
It’s not the end of the world. The other night I turned around to see my wooden spoon blazing.
It was shocking, but not scary. I suppose that’s why I snapped a shot before tossing the thing in the sink.
I lost a spoon, but the okra was fine. I learned once and for all to stop leaving my utensils in the pans.
Nothing good ever comes of it. I’ve burned my hand grabbing a hot spatula many times and I’ve had large stirring spoons fall from pots of tomato sauce splattering a red mess all over the kitchen. Then this little fire happens with a wooden spoon. Lesson learned. No panicking required.
2 Comments
Lovey
Good advice. Some years back I attempted to cook fried pork chops but before I did, I layered up by putting on a long sleeved shirt a jacket and some shades. My mom wanted to know where was I going? To the kitchen!!! I’m better now.
Rosalind Bigg
*lol* Last night I was boiling raw peanuts, diligently checking on them every twenty minutes and adding water when necessary. After about 2 hours, I lost interest. I have no idea how long I left that pot on without checking, but I smelled it and ran in the find the last batch of nuts charred on one side.
I learned that boiled, burnt peanuts are even more delicious than plain boiled ones!