
This is my friend Kellie's tattoo. I really like it.
No, I'm not getting one.
So, this week I was doing stir fry again. My 3rd day doing it.
Sparks and flames - controlled oil fires, you know?
And, of course, I burned myself.
Seared the inside of my left forearm with a flaming... hot... pan.
Hello.
That's gonna leave a mark.
I swear, burns are like the tattoos of the cook line.
Maybe that's why so many cooks have tattoos - it just an artsy way of playing "connect the dots" using the pink patches which line their arms.
No, I'm not in the market for a tattoo.
But, if I were...this would rank high up there.
(Since I couldn't find one of a cup of java.) ;)
Cheeseburger in Paradise, anyone?


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