I’m not a big fan of the kitchen. Never have been. I remember my mom trying to coax me as a teenager into helping her prepare dinner and I’d refuse. She come back with “Your poor husband.” and I’d retort with “I’ll just marry a man who loves to cook!” Turns out I did! He is way better in the kitchen than I am. Yay for me!
A few weeks ago I blew up a pot of chili. I litterally blew up a A pressure cooker. Chili went EVERYWHERE! I was volunterring at the Ronald McDonald House with the Young Women from Church. One of the main dishes was Chili and it was time to eat. Families were lining up for dinner and my pressure cooker was done cooking but the release valuve was still releasing steam. Rule number 1 with cooker pressures is you DO NOT open the lid until the pressure has been released completely. The way you know when it is ready is the pot hisses like a teakettle and shoots steam out of the vaulve as the pressure us released. When it’s done the hissing and steam stop. I knew this but I was impatient because people were ready to eat and I knew it was close to being done so I tried to hurry the process along by opening the lid.
As I forced the lid open the Spirit warned me this wasn’t a good idea and before I could heed that warning I heard a loud BOOM and screams. I stood in complete shock as chili dripped from the ceiling and covered everything in front of me. The floor was slippery as I tried to move away from the stove. The aroma of hot chili filled the entire room. I didn’t know what to do. The mess was so big I just stood there completely shocked and embarrased. Then I realized I was in pain. I needed to get to some cold water. I scooted out of the puddle of chili beneath me and rushed to the sink. I turned on the cold water and stuck my arm under and washed the chili that had landed on my sweater then i felt heat on my face and I tried to stick my face in the water. As soon as my arm was out of the water it began to burn again so i danced between sticking my face and arm in the cold water. I couldn’t tell how badly I was burned but the way my friends looked at me I could tell it was going to leave a mark.
Thankfully, no one else was hurt and I was taken home while the mess was cleaned up by all the Young Women and dinner was served... without the chili.
The following few hours the pain was minimal as long as I kept cool towels applied to the burns. I slept fine that night and woke up feeling like I dodged a bullet. Things weren’t that bad...so it seemed.
Day 2 I woke up and my face didn’t look so good. Parts of burned skin were staring to show up in dark spots. Day 3 my face looked like I had been in a dog fight and my arm looked like something right out of a horror movie. The dead skin was falling off revealing a deep raw 2nd degree burn.
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