I start this food blog with a burned finger. How you might ask, did I manage such a feat? Well I’ll tell you. This might be a long story, so I would pour yourself a tall glass of wine or better yet run down to your nearby Starbucks and pick up a Pumpkin Spice Latte, those things are ahmazing (yes, spelled like that).
To start, it would be best to tell you a little about myself. I am a 21-year-old college student with the mind and mentality of an 80-year-old. I wish I was joking. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you should also know that I have an obsessive, with a capital “o”, personality.
My latest obsession, started at my best friend’s family party, where I experienced my first Costco bruschetta. Packaged, preservative-filled bruschetta. The best bruschetta I have ever tasted, which means I haven’t had many. It was wonderful, and I found myself gorging on piece after piece, along with a large glass of white wine.
To my delight and surprise the following morning, my favorite blogger, Ree Drummond (better known as The Pioneer Woman) made a bruschetta recipe on her Food Network show. I found myself drooling onto my computer and thinking of only tomatoes, basil, and crusty bread. Honestly, how can you go wrong with such a combination?
At that moment, my weekly dinner was decided. They were amazing. Every morning I would wake up hoping the day would fly by so that dinnertime would roll around. I had them three days in a row, my obsessive brain was in obsessive heaven. That brings us to this evening.
It began with the toasting of bread in olive oil and butter in a hot pan. Emphasis on hot. I find that my hands are the best tools in the kitchen. Not the best idea. I ended up pulling the bread out of the pan and touching the hot-olive-oil side with my fingertip, OW.
So that is my story of how I now must find a way to wash dishes, wash my hands, and shower without using my right hand. Which would be easy if I was a lefty.
P.S. I did not post a picture because I scarfed it down like a wildebeest.