Ow.
Ow, ow, ow.
I give up my time to bake cookies this evening, and what do I get for my trouble? A burnt finger. Ow.
It's not a serious burn or anything, just singed the top few layers of skin, but ow, it runs right along the knuckle. Must get a ice cube or something on it for a bit.
Ow.
I give up my time to bake cookies this evening, and what do I get for my trouble? A burnt finger. Ow.
It's not a serious burn or anything, just singed the top few layers of skin, but ow, it runs right along the knuckle. Must get a ice cube or something on it for a bit.
Ow.