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! 😉