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Sheer Utter Brilliance
so, every weekend our family has breakfast together. its about the only time during the week that we can actually sit down and talk about whats been going on, and we try to have a family meeting, since we're technically 4 family's, sharing one house.
all that, just set up for the sheer utter brilliance.
this morning, as we do when the weather is nice, we went outside to have breakfast, the grill has a side stove, and we have a cast iron griddle that works for those type of things, and if we need it, we drag out the camping stove.
again, more set up.
I was put in charge of chopping up the potatoes into the pan. fairly easy task, its actually a chore I secretly like doing. so, in order to get some people fed, while I cut up the rest of the potatoes, my father said he'd give me a new pan, and take the one I had.
so, I lifted my arms out of the way, and let my father switch the pans, and then put my arms back down in the same position to continue chopping.
the sheer utter brilliance came to light when my arms touched the side of the pan and I screamed as they burned (not badly, pulled them away fast enough)
figure out the brilliance yet?
I had taken the pan I was originally using off a stack on the table.
my father, he grabbed the one off the grill, that was on, and had been lit for a good 20-30 minutes by now, and said pan, once my brain calmed down from the burn reaction, had melted, and what was probably sizzling butter in the bottom.
my fathers response when I yelled that he gave me a hot pan? he didn't realize it was hot.
*head desk*
of course, then it turned into a joke about how he was secretly plotting my demise, and we laughed our butts off.
all that, just set up for the sheer utter brilliance.
this morning, as we do when the weather is nice, we went outside to have breakfast, the grill has a side stove, and we have a cast iron griddle that works for those type of things, and if we need it, we drag out the camping stove.
again, more set up.
I was put in charge of chopping up the potatoes into the pan. fairly easy task, its actually a chore I secretly like doing. so, in order to get some people fed, while I cut up the rest of the potatoes, my father said he'd give me a new pan, and take the one I had.
so, I lifted my arms out of the way, and let my father switch the pans, and then put my arms back down in the same position to continue chopping.
the sheer utter brilliance came to light when my arms touched the side of the pan and I screamed as they burned (not badly, pulled them away fast enough)
figure out the brilliance yet?
I had taken the pan I was originally using off a stack on the table.
my father, he grabbed the one off the grill, that was on, and had been lit for a good 20-30 minutes by now, and said pan, once my brain calmed down from the burn reaction, had melted, and what was probably sizzling butter in the bottom.
my fathers response when I yelled that he gave me a hot pan? he didn't realize it was hot.
*head desk*
of course, then it turned into a joke about how he was secretly plotting my demise, and we laughed our butts off.