Mitts on, doors open
Baked goods hot, fresh…then, a small
slip of hand–ouch! Burn!
Is it weird that I’m taking pictures of my own oven burns? Ah, well, it’s all for the sake of poetry, I tell you! Anywho, a coworker who has been working in kitchens much longer than I have told me the other day that people call these little babies oven kisses…and, as of Sunday, I am now sporting them on both arms. How romantic! 😉
It's a Britta Bottle! 
ouch….
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yeah, just a bit. 🙂
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I have some beauties like these as well. At first I got annoyed but then again, they remind me of the delicious food I made. And oven kisses sounds a lot nicer than scars 🙂
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I don’t mind them at all, either. They’re little pieces of character, I think. Yeah, they hurt in the moment, but what can ya do–sometimes when you bake a lot, it happens…and when I’m at work and in a rush, sometimes they’re unavoidable.
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Oh gosh, it must have been painful, despite the cute name.
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Yeah, oven burns generally aren’t pleasant. But I like to think of the scars as little bits of character left on my skin, despite the initial pain. 🙂
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It will go away. I got a 10 cm scar because I burn my leg on a stove. And my skin looks normal now, don’t worry too much ! 🙂
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I’m not worried. I actually have grown kind of fond of them and will miss them when they’re gone (is that weird? ah, I don’t care!)
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Ow ow ow! It almost looks like a lip 🙂 Love the name oven kisses though!
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Ouch!
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yeah, but hey, I’m still here. 🙂 I don’t mind them at all, actually.
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