A household of whirlwind cooking sessions.
Congratulations! You are not a "chef" til you have been cut and burned one or twice!
Your son may never allow me to use a knife again!
don't pry out potato eyes with a freakishly sharp peeler.
Lissa: Ouch. Was that when Rose was in the kitchen and you were trying your darndest not to swear? I have an irrational fear of potatoes with eyes.
Dont' hold ice in your hand as you hit it with an ice pick! I jammed it right through to the base, scraping the bone and had to have Ed pull it out (I would have passed out!) I tried to ask you to post a photo on your Crazy Monkey House Lives of your new, improved garden, but it won't let me unless I have a Google account, unlike this one that takes my url...
Aunt Gay: Oh...my...dear...god. Yeah, I'd say you'd pass out from pulling an ice pick out of your own hand. How was the recovery for that? How do you even repair such a thing? Ouch.
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