Ok, so I’m not one to say whether or not Karma exists. But if it does, I think it’s out to get me. Let’s rewind a week:
Last Wednesday I was making pasta for some guys that were over. One of them was in the kitchen with me. For privacy’s sake let’s call him … Large 5+1. Now, let me begin by saying I have one of those large pasta pots with big metal handles and built in colander. I had just put the pot in the sink, pulled out the colander and was shaking the water out of the pasta when Large 5+1 entered the kitchen. I asked him if he’d dump the water out of the pot so I could the colander back in and return it to the stove to evaporate any excess water (Rachael Ray tip).
Alright, so Large 5+1 is a grown man. And as a grown man I would expect him to know that a pot that just came off the stove would probably be quite hot. And had I thought of it (a recurring issue of mine) I suppose I could have told him to grab a pot holder before he dumped out the water. But I didn’t think of it, and apparently neither did he. Mistakes were made that night.
Fast forward to tonight. I was making some tortellini for myself. I grabbed my little blue colander (brand new, looks awesome, first time using it) so I could gently drain my little tortellinis. The sauce pan was a little larger than the colander and I feared it would be difficult to pour the tortellini in without losing some to the battle. All of a sudden I had a brilliant idea!! If I held the colander up at an angle by the base while I dumped the tortellini in, perhaps it would make the feat a bit easier. Unfortunately I didn’t think (there’s that issue again) about the fact that colanders have holes. Mistakes were made tonight as I dumped boiling water all over my hand, losing half my tortellinis down the disposal.
What can I say? Sorry Large 5+1.