Well I really did a number in myself this week. My whole agenda to ride a bunch in the gorgeous weather (I had lots of babysitting help available this week) has gotten sidelined. All because of an epic kitchen fail.
Monday I wanted to make rib eye. It’s fatty and delicious and not something we have very often. I had veggies prepped, wine poured, skillet preheated…
Skillet preheated to 425….
Had my mom on the phone….
Husband placed skillet on stove top for steak insertion….
Tossed my steak in my pan and grabbed the handle to move it. Oh yah. You read that right, I grabbed that cast iron skillet handle. Cast irons don’t have rubber handles.
After doing some fabulous dance moves, and telling my mom I needed to call her back, I spent the remainder of my night and early morning with my hand in cold water. Burns hurt like a sonofabitch, and I admit I drowned part of my pain in wine and caramels. No regrets there.
Anyway, I haven’t gotten to ride a single time this week until today! O and her brand new trimmed tootsies have been hanging out being a pretty pasture puff.
Anyone have any brilliant healing methods for hand burns? Riding one handed isn’t ideal.
Side note: O was such a good girl today. And I caught her snoozing in the sun. Always adorable.