So, after I made baklava the other night for a date*, I put the pan on the stove top to cool once I took it from the oven. Only I forgot, about five minutes after I took it out, that it was likely still hot. I burned both my hand and hastily pulled them from the pan, startled, only to see that they weren’t even red.
So then I whispered, solemnly, “I am Daenerys Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt”, because that’s how I do.
Glad to be back, y’all.
*I go on dates now. Dating is cool.