I'm trying not to scratch it, Orlando!
Brown rice, sweet potatoes, broiled chicken breast, and vodka sauce. Oh, it just wouldn't be Sunday if I wasn't in the kitchen, preparing a week's worth of bodybuilding meals.
Of course, it was 100 degrees in D.C. on Sunday, and my kitchen had become an inferno even before I turned on the broiler. So there I am, running around the kitchen, chopping onions, stirring the marinara, boiling the rice, marinating the chicken, wearing nothing but my underwear, and sweating into practically everything - when I accidentally expose my right forearm to the surface of the screamingly hot broiler door.
Hmm, well, that was painful. I put ice on it and figured it'd be fine. Fast-forward four days and it sort of resembles a third-degree burn. Imagine that! I'm publicly attributing my disfigurement to a curling iron snafu, but if you can conjure up a sexier lie, please let me know.
Comments
My dear Toby, I know that you're not originally from the South... but boy, you need some cast iron skillets.
I do like the red chile pot holder, though. Very cute.
TOBY SAYS: Um, that's a cast iron skillet right there. With the chili pot holder.
Posted by: C.Go. | July 19, 2007 05:37 PM
Oh man, who doesn't have the pot handle cover/cock warmer stolen from Chili's. I keep my bowl and a lighter in mine.
Posted by: Steven | July 19, 2007 09:37 PM
...and it wouldn't be cooking if there wasn't alcohol involved... perhaps the vodka sauce attributed to the burn? :-P
Posted by: Christopher | July 19, 2007 10:31 PM
Dude,
Body dysmorphia in private is one thing, lived out and deconstructed in public it's another -- narcissism.
Move on here man. Work the other shit out in yer own head.
Posted by: CF | July 19, 2007 10:49 PM
My compliments on the CLEAN stove. Now that the politicians can't hire illegals as domestic help, Ramona must really work cheap.
Posted by: LavenderLoungeBlog.com | July 20, 2007 04:08 PM
I totally have that same stove.
Posted by: Chad | July 24, 2007 02:28 AM