No, I'm not talking about the Simon and Garfunkel song...I'm talking about the actual spices. I cannot cook...or rather, I don't enjoy cooking. I've never been able to understand how spices and flavors work together. I can't even conjure up the idea of these flavors in my head. Oh, sure, I know what garlic, salt, and pepper taste like, but not anything more than that.
Additionally, I almost always burn myself if I am using the oven. I almost always touch the elements on the top of the oven or the racks in the oven when I am pulling items out after they are done cooking. Yes, I use towels and/or potholders and STILL burn myself. I did the same thing last night. Jim had put the iron skillet in the oven to keep the chicken warm. I was up, so he asked me to take it out, warning me to be careful and use a potholder to take it out so I wouldn't burn myself. I took a dishtowel and folded it up to wrap around the handle. My pinky on my right hand did not have any protection and I touched it to the handle as I started removing the skillet from the oven. The good thing is that I did not drop the skillet. I actually had enough sense in my head to put the skillet back in the oven, remove the dishtowel and put it on the counter before heading to the sink to run cold water on my pinky. Whoa is me! HA HA!
I'm just very thankful and lucky that I have married a man who is extremely skilled in the kitchen, both with combining spices to make food taste incredible and has the ability to not burn himself when using the cooking appliances.