Lunchtime Poll

Lunchtime Poll: Cooking Injuries

I spent a big chunk of my Saturday making ALL THE COOKIES (my husband specifically asked me to make “all the cookies”). I’m what could be considered “accident prone,” so it isn’t exactly surprising that I managed to get a rather large U-shaped burn on my inner arm just above the ditch of my elbow. I’ve been taking good care of it; I’ve been cooking since I was 10 or 11, so I have a couple decades of cooking-related wound care under my belt. I just want it to not be so sensitive, as this is not exactly short-sleeve weather.

So, Persephoneers, tell me about your kitchen catastrophes.

By [E]queSarahSarah

Part-time artist, full-time crankypants who dabbles in knitting, running, and burpees.

5 replies on “Lunchtime Poll: Cooking Injuries”

Oh hey, I burned myself just last night while processing jars of homemade jam. I was able to run icy cold water over it right away, so there was no permanent damage–this time. I accidentally burn and cut myself in food prep/cooking quite frequently. I had a really bad burn on my hand in high school caused by a splash of boiling oil. That one SUCKED.

I have a scar on my right hand, on the skin between my thumb and index finger, where I like to say a rogue can of coconut milk attacked me.

I also have a scar on my stomach from reaching up to the cabinet above the stove, not thinking about “OH HEY THERE’S A HOT FRYING PAN RIGHT THERE WHERE YOU ARE LEANING.”

And most recently, I had a corkscrew slip and take a big chunk out of my thumb.

YES! I knew I wasn’t the only one.

Last month I acquired a burn in the same spot from a cookie sheet (except mine is a thick line with a big ole circle right underneath) and every time Mr. Nonsense sees it, he shakes is head and says, “only you.”

Nope, not only me. :) That being said, I hope yours starts feeling better soon. It was still in the 80’s when I acquired mine, so the short sleeves were quite possible. Long sleeves, ouch.

One year when I was in high school I was using a mandoline to slice apples for a pie on Christmas Eve. I distinctly remember stopping to see if I could get one more slice before hitting the core, deciding that yes, I wasn’t at the center yet, and then slicing pretty deep into my fingertip with the next stroke. Fortunately it didn’t go all the way through so I was able to just rinse it off and bandage it tightly and it grew back together. I still have a faint scar where the lines of my fingerprint don’t line up quite right anymore.

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