Hi there. See that little photo of Mickey in the sheet? Most of you will think he's being cool and trying to be a ghost for Halloween. Alas, I think that Mickey Mouse is just so embarrassed by what I did that he's under the sheet hiding in shame.
See it really wasn't my fault. The pan did it. It jumped out at me and, well, yeah, the pan did it.
Let me start by saying that the dish I made (with some help from Mr. L, er, after the pan problems) turned out really really good. Pan Roasted Chicken with a Bacon/Mushroom Ragout. Very Tasty. Simple to make. Except for the pan problems.
See, I started out doing everything right. I pre-made the nice salad of organic avocados and heirloom tomatoes sprinkled with some expensive "special occasion" extra virgin olive oil and Maldon Salt. I halved my farmers market organic yellow squash and put them on to steam to be served with just a touch of butter. I'd even lit a candle on the dining room table for our romantic weekend dinner. Then I started on the main dish. I browned the chicken in my nice cast iron skillet. Once that was done I put the pan in the 375 degree oven to bake for 20 minutes while I prepared the mushrooms in a second pan. After the baking time was done I got out a hot pad, picked up the heavy skillet and put it on the stove. I then added the red wine, whisked it a bit and then went to pour it into the pan with the mushrooms...completely forgetting that I had just taken the cast iron skillet out of the oven. Yes folks, I tried to pick up the handle of the hot pan with my bare hand. Ouch. Wait, scratch that, how about OUCH! Pain.
Luckily I didn't drop a hot pan with hot liquid on the floor, I had enough sense to save the dish by setting the pan back down on the stove. I'm also lucky that I have a husband who knows a bit of first aid, who not only took care of my hand but managed to finish cooking and plating our dinner. Which I ate left handed. No I did not find it amusing when Mr. L put an apron on me while I ate so that I wouldn't spill food all over myself. Thankfully there are no photos of me a bit chagrined with my hand in cold water for most of the evening. I'm also lucky that there were no blisters, just very tender, swollen, very pissed off fingers and palms that still three days later, are very sensitive to have anything hot or cold touch them.
So, on orders from Mr. L, I have had to baby said hand for a few days, which meant no Halloween postings, no recipe postings and, on the bright side, no having to wash dishes.
I know, I know, just two words....hot pads....
(photo taken in Downtown Disney at the Disney Store)
That is so cute. We need to go through my stuff before Halloween 2009! I have boxes.
Posted by: Mom | October 07, 2008 at 05:15 PM
Oh no! I hope it wasn't too bad! That sounds really painful, like ER trip painful! At least you get a break from some chores! LOL
Posted by: Shannon | October 07, 2008 at 06:26 PM
Ooooo. Please accept my sympathy. Ouch.
Posted by: Louise | October 07, 2008 at 06:28 PM
Oooh, hope the hand gets well soon. That must have been a very lovely dinner to get you real excited that you forgot about the hot pad.
Posted by: Kai | October 07, 2008 at 07:33 PM
Oh no, I hope you heal quickly.
Posted by: peabody | October 08, 2008 at 12:08 AM
OMG no, no....oh that is a heck of a burn I bet. Get better soon Halloween queen.
Posted by: noble Pig | October 08, 2008 at 12:13 AM
wow, that sounds REALLY painful. glad you're recuperating and back to blogging!
Posted by: NotSoccer Mom | October 08, 2008 at 10:27 AM
Oh I so feel your pain! I have been there and done that and felt stupid and in pain as a result! How is you hand now?
Posted by: Jan | October 12, 2008 at 05:02 AM