why did I do that?
Jess made some mini-meatloafs today for our Sunday lunch. The last step is to broil them with the sauce, at a particular temperature. She pulled them out of the oven, just moments before I walked in.
For whatever reason, I was going to move the meat thermometer into the sink and touched the 500 degree piece of metal with my bare fingers.
Tonight I am nursing two burned fingers and my dignity in the kitchen.
