I am typing this post tonight with one hand. No, it is not some inspired project to learn how one-handed people navigate the keyboard. This is a cooking accident I hope you will all avoid.
I am very fond of frittatas- an omelet in a pan meant for dinner. My mother-in-law introduced it to me a few months ago when she unveiled her shiny, new calphalon frittata pans. I fell in love even more during a baby shower a few weeks later when she brought the pans down again and my sister-in-law made her version of the frittata. So, in true competitive nature, I attempted this dish. Of course, I wanted to class it up with some different ingredients and in true Martha nature, I was making the trial one this evening. It did not go well, as you can imagine. I am blaming the pans 100%. I do not have the all fabulous calphalon pans so I was improvising with a single pan I had and some directions on how to fake it. All was going well until I pulled it out of the oven and placed it on the stove. I turned to do some minor thing at the sink and when I turned back to my pan I was taken by the apparent victory I was going to score this weekend when "wow'd" with this recipe. That's when it happened. I grabbed the handle. Only problem, I had removed the pot holder. My bare hand was clutching the glowing hot handle that had only been seconds removed from the broiler.
I have a wonderful fiance who jetted to the store and picked up burn cream and I have spent the rest of the night with my hand wrapped with smelly creams and ice packs. Moral of the story, f#*k frittatas- I'm sticking to something that doesn't involve hot handles and special pans. I guess I'll just have to impress them with a fresh loaf of bread or coconut macaroons from the kitchen!
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