Earlier this evening my loving husband asked for pancakes for dinner.He even carefully told me the details. When I got to the last part(the water)I slowly added the water by cupfuls….S-L-O-W-L-Y! It was the first time I ever made pancakes from scratch. Nice plan,right?He asked me how innovative I would get…..little did he know until he came out to check on my progress….. that the stove was turned up way too high, and oil had splattered on my right arm! At the last “pancake” I tossed the burner into the off position ,and quickly cast the skillet aside….and then told him i needed REALLY cold water….and ran to the bathroom…his worried and chagrin-ed visage was not hidden from me.
So …as the night progresses , long after the dinner has ceased…..i find myself wondering if I will end up having to favor my left -hand….. until the burnt dominant one heals? I may have to learn to become ambidextrous……..