I take a lot of precautions to avoid hurting myself because I am a wimpy little princess. The kitchen is the only place that seems to not care that I am super sensitive. I don’t mind the nicks, cuts, singes, etc because whatever I’m making is usually worth it. Although, that one time I nearly julienned my finger on my new mandolin was pretty brutal.
Sunday, I got to experience a whole new level of pain – YAY! Melted sugar. (back story: I keep most of my baking supplies in the freezer because Ants.) I took out my brown sugar and popped it into the microwave for 20 seconds. I opened the door and grabbed the bag out. I blame the microwave entirely for this, because it shouldnt have had this reaction – the bottom of the bag had melted and the sugar had liquified. Being the generally obvious ditz that I am, I didn’t notice this until the molten sugar oozed out of the bag and onto my hand. We’re going to slow this down:
Seconds 1 – 5: Stare at hand/bag blankly….wtf?
Seconds 6-7: Scream absolute bloody murder
Seconds 8-9: Fling bag across kitchen, stare at hand – do not stop screaming
Seconds 10-11: Run to sink and run hand under water, whimper loudly.
I put my hand in a bowl of cold water and then took the most logical step – I called mommy.
This is my hand right after the incident:
I iced it for over and hour, but it still hurt HORRIBLY.
And then…..this son of a bitch started to form:
Annnnnd here’s my new little friend fully grown:
It’s gross and I can’t bend my middle finger at all (mostly for fear of breakage/ooze).
After the incident I decided to look at the internet to see if there was anyone else as retarded as myself. People burn themselves on sugar ALL THE TIME.
Because I can sit and google things for hours, my searches turned to croquembouche (A tower of pastry heaven glued and topped with melted sugar). I think I should conquer my new fear of sugar by making one of these beasts. You know, when my hand heals.
The picture at the top is what I was making when the incident occurred. Crockpot BBQ pulled pork on pumpkin dinner rolls.
This post has been sitting here for about a week and a half. The blister went away and my wound was bright red and deathly looking:
Its kinda scabby and gross right now. I better have a neat scar after all of this.