I am not even kidding!
About a month ago I was shaving brussel sprouts on a mandolin (no...not a musical instrument, like the boys at work thought). You see I had the most scrumptious of brussel sprouts dishes at a new restaurant in Provo called Communal a few months ago, and I was determined to recreate it. But boy are the blades on those mandolins sharp. Because I pretty much took a chunk out of my finger tip. The kind of chunk that one should get stitches in, if one is not running around in their nightie on a Sunday night like a loon. But whatever! It took 3 weeks to heal and I have a nice bumpy scar in the fingerprint of my right middle finger now.
Fast forward two weeks for second instance of evilness. One night I decided I needed to make a nice steaming bowl of brussel sprouts. So I pop one of those single serving frozen pouches in the microwave and heat some up. And as I was opening the pouch to pour the extremely hot brussel sprouts into the bowl, one of them jumped out and landed on my - I kid you not - left bosom. And through my shirt managed to give me a second degree burn, which is still scabbed over and nasty.
So as much as I enjoy a good brussel sprout or two, I may need to ban myself from cooking them for a while.
And let this small P.S.A. be a lesson to you as well.
A. Be very careful of mandolin blades
B. Open your steaming hot brussel sprout pouches well away from your bosoms
You are welcome!
Fast forward two weeks for second instance of evilness. One night I decided I needed to make a nice steaming bowl of brussel sprouts. So I pop one of those single serving frozen pouches in the microwave and heat some up. And as I was opening the pouch to pour the extremely hot brussel sprouts into the bowl, one of them jumped out and landed on my - I kid you not - left bosom. And through my shirt managed to give me a second degree burn, which is still scabbed over and nasty.
So as much as I enjoy a good brussel sprout or two, I may need to ban myself from cooking them for a while.
And let this small P.S.A. be a lesson to you as well.
A. Be very careful of mandolin blades
B. Open your steaming hot brussel sprout pouches well away from your bosoms
You are welcome!
3 comments:
Heather I was sorry to hear you got cut with your mamdolin. But I couldn't stop laughing about the flying brussel sprout. Alot of people would think brussel sprouts were evil! I made me think of years ago when I got you with the flying pancake. Remember? Love ya, Peggy
You are so right! Last time I cooked them I roasted them in the oven and I burnt my arm really bad on the pan when I took them out.
Oh no!! I love brussel sprouts too, but I may have to give them the cold shoulder for at least a week just out of devotion to you.
Now about the bosom thing - if you had a tiny little chest like me, then you wouldn't have to worry about being burned by rogue vegetables. But it's not your fault that you have a figure and I'm a rectangle (in both directions).
Love you!
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