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Posted on Wednesday, January 03, 2007
I really enjoy cooking. Throughout my life I have had a few cooking jobs, but the stress that goes along with working in that environment kind of killed it for me. Now, I’ll only enter the kitchen in the privacy of my own home. A few months ago, I finally bought a nice set of stainless steel cookware. I’ve wanted a quality set for a long time, but I always had roommates that wouldn’t use the same care as I would and instead of being overly anal about it I decided to just wait to buy anything.
Now, I live with my girlfriend and I can have nice things. One special feature about the new cookware is that I am finally able to put all the pots and pans in the oven. No more plastic handles or crap cookware that can’t handle the heat. The first time I placed a pan in the oven after braising some meat I accidentally touched it immediately after removing it and placing it back on the stovetop. It instantly dawned on me why professional chefs always have a towel around the handle. Needless to say I got burned and vowed to never be that stupid again.
Last night I was cooking up a lovely Chicken with Roasted Lemon and Rosemary Sauce and needed to place the pan in the oven. Completely forgetting about what happened to me the first time, I grabbed, picked up, and held the same pan that had been roasting in the oven at 425 degrees for 20 minutes with no towel. DAMN. I not only screamed, yelled, and tossed the pan with boiling hot lemon juice and chicken stock back on the stovetop – I burnt the shit out of my hand. A long night of throbbing and tingling pain ruined what would have been a wonderful meal, but at least my girlfriend said it was good.