Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Burn Baby Burn
Ahhhh....yet another scar to add to my millions of kitchen injuries. Some chefs are proud of their scars. I am not one of them. A chef....nor a proud scar bearer. In fact, I hate getting burns. Not because they hurt like a bitch, but because then you have to try to hide it. Because it's ugly. Because it looks like you made a mistake in the meth lab. Because it looks like you're an abused person. Because it looks like you are one of those crazy people that holds cigarettes to their arm to see how much heat they can bear. Because you don't want to be the girl who gets all dressed up to look pretty, yet has some hideous mark on her arm that resembles herpes.
It's wedding season my friends. I have many weddings to attend in the next few weeks. I will be the girl wearing the long sleeved dress in 85 degree weather because I don't want to be known as diseased girl. Guests will think to themselves, "Oh please, oh please, let me get my plate at the buffet before herpe girl goes and infects the food."
Kitchen injuries suck.
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