So I was cooking a roast in the oven this weekend... I pulled it out after 2 hours so Jeff could cut into it and see if it was cooked. It needed a little more time, I thought, so I reached out and grabbed the roasting pan WITH MY BARE HANDS. Jeff said his brain saw it in slow motion and wondered what in the world I was doing because that pan must be hot. Well, he was right. It was hot. I immediately stuck my hands under cold water, then put ice and aloe lotion on my fingers. I burnt five fingers and both thumbs. To tell you the truth, I don't know how it wasn't way worse. I was in intense pain for about two hours that evening but I managed to play the piano at church the next morning.
Despite all that, my from scratch gravy was deemed "savory" by my in-laws. Which I think is a pretty good compliment.
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