Thumb Thing Throbby

There are a great many lessons in life that we learn while young: hot things are hot, electrical outlets are bad places for fingers, and razor blades should never be stored in the pocket. I'm there are others, as well, that I've long since forgotten, like your older sister gets the big piece, or you're going to get blamed for whatever it is, no matter what, so work on your innocent look. But for some reason, that lesson about hot things being hot just never seems to stick.

You see, there was this chicken that I was cooking out back, on the grill. Beer can chicken. It's a wonderful thing. And a hot thing. And when you're bringing that chicken back into the house, still standing upright on its beer can -- because that beer can (which, in this case, was a root beer can filled with brandy and spices) is filled with Really Hot Liquid -- it can get really tricky to open sliding patio doors. Really tricky. Tricky as in "chicken toppling over making you grab it as best you can with whatever appendage is handy, regardless of the heat" tricky.

So, yeah, I have a burned thumb on one side and a burned arm on the other and other smaller burns on my fingers that I don't notice because the burned thumb throbs a lot.

But that chicken was good. Really good. I'll have to give you the recipe some time.