I once heard a story about some researchers in the Amazon, or someplace where there are sloths, who put pie pans on sloths' heads. They came back 24 hours later to find that the pie pans hadn't been disturbed.
Or maybe it was the sloths' bellies that held the pie pans. I don't recall.
Chef Boy woke me last night with a phone call to ask, "What good are sloths?"
I replied, half-asleep, that sloths are where you store your pie pans.
Has anybody else heard that story? Or is it a product of my fevered imagination?
What really sucks
What really sucks is reaching into the oven for a baked potato, and misjudging the amount of space between the oven racks, and pressing the delicate skin of your forearm against the searingly hot metal of the upper rack. That sucks. I have a nice inch-and-a-half-long burn now that will take forever to heal.
What else really sucks
Is having a very small kitchen. I can make a clean kitchen into a disaster area in a matter of seconds if the kitchen is very small.
My kitchen is very, very small.
Which means I have to go clean it now. Including scrubbing bits of my own seared forearm out of the oven.