Why Being Meera is Hazardous, Reason #3,781
…because after making a delicious pot of masala chai, you decide to drink it out of the gorgeous handmade cups Peter gave you when you got married (the cups don’t have handles, and must be held cupped in the palm)—and while ladling the steaming liquid into the first cup you are so delighted by the ladling process that you choose this moment to look up from the stove and say to Ross, in a tone of utter cheerfulness, “I love ladling this stuff out!”, thus breaking the eye contact you have on your task and causing you to miss the cup entirely with the next ladle, pouring scalding chai directly (but directly) onto your left hand, which then trembles so hard that the cup shakes, spilling yet more burning tea onto your hand; paralyzed by shock, you utterly fail to set down the cup or the ladle and run to the sink to run cold water on your burn, instead standing still like a ninny in order to helpfully cry “Oh, fuck!” and stare at your reddening skin.
What’s funny about this event is how unsurprising it is in every aspect.
March 22nd, 2007 at 2:14 am
i did that the other day with some food. the burning hot filling oozed onto my finger and i just stood there not knowing what to do. it didn’t occur to me to shake it off my hand because the horror of wasting food is so deeply ingrained into my psyche that instead i stuck my finger into my mouth, relieving my finger of its burden but thereby scalding my tongue.
you got room in that ninny circle there for two? :D
March 22nd, 2007 at 2:37 am
Oh NO. Poor you :(
I told Ash that you burnt your hand. He bolted up and said, “Let me get my doctor kit first k? I’ll put cream and fix it!”
Hug!
March 22nd, 2007 at 6:34 am
oh Meera! how sweet you are! dinner, Monday?
March 22nd, 2007 at 8:00 am
Estee — it’s small, but I suppose you’ll fit. :-)
Fam — thank you! I love that little dude..
Liz, I fail to see how PAINFULLY HURTING MYSELF makes me sweet, but you can explain it to me over dinner. I could probably get to Grasshopper, though it is a little out of the way. I’d like to try it; I’ve never eaten there, even though I used to live in Allston. Mwah!
March 31st, 2007 at 10:47 am
I relate to the Unbearable Hazards of Being all too well. When you and Liz make it to Gloucester (or I make it to Boston) I’ll show you some of the scars.
March 31st, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Deal.
I think my eventual purchase of some pure Vitamin E the other day (after scratching irritably at the healing skin for a week) has staved off the worst of the scarring, although it looks like there will be a little stripe that’s sad.