H is for Hazardous...

... I've found that sometimes the kitchen can be a hazardous place.

Soon after Alma and I were married, we were having dinner with his mom. I guess she was checking my hands out, because she started asking me what all the scars on them were from. I explained that most of them were from cuts and burns I had gotten while cooking. She then said, perfectly sincere, in her wonderful, thick accent, "Alma tells me you're a good cook, but I don't know how you can be a good cook if you're always hurting yourself!"

Needless to say, I currently have four cuts, in all stages of healing, and two pretty raw burns on my right hand alone. I also have a very large, interesting scar forming on my wrist from a hot oil spill a month ago.

Contrary to my mother-in-law's belief, I'm of the opinion that if you don't have the battle scars to prove it, you must not be trying that hard in the kitchen!

S is for Spring...

... It's spring in Salem, Oregon! Which means:

• Alma's on spring break - and he's in a wonderful mood all the time!
• The trees are in full blossom and the flowers are in bloom!
• Daylight savings time switched, so it's light when I come home from work!
• I can run outside again!
• First year of law school is almost over!
• My winter weight should start to come off soon ... hopefully!
• The Salem Farmer's Market will start back up soon!
• It's not raining quite as much as it did during the winter!
• I'm blogging again! Yay!

Wow, that was a lot of exclamation points. I just really like spring!