Or like any good cook, you know when, where and how long you can hold on to a hot panhandle.
I worked in a kitchen for a while as a teen with my mom who taught me everything about cooking. One of those skills is a cook’s unnatural ability to withstand a lot of heat just before the point of getting burned.
My grandmother would take out loaves of bread (in a metal or glass bread pan) out of the oven with her bare hands. I don’t know how she did it, but she never got burned, and also made the best grandma bread ever.
Callouses and timing … it’s the same principal as those Polynesians who can walk over hot coals. They are able to withstand a bit of pain and they know how long to hold it.
If your grandma wanted she could have been able to do a hand stand walk over hot coals … while baking bread.
Or like any good cook, you know when, where and how long you can hold on to a hot panhandle.
I worked in a kitchen for a while as a teen with my mom who taught me everything about cooking. One of those skills is a cook’s unnatural ability to withstand a lot of heat just before the point of getting burned.
My grandmother would take out loaves of bread (in a metal or glass bread pan) out of the oven with her bare hands. I don’t know how she did it, but she never got burned, and also made the best grandma bread ever.
Callouses and timing … it’s the same principal as those Polynesians who can walk over hot coals. They are able to withstand a bit of pain and they know how long to hold it.
If your grandma wanted she could have been able to do a hand stand walk over hot coals … while baking bread.
My mom would have been right next to her.
It’s great to have people like this in our lives.
I do things like that and it shocks people… Until they see that I was burned.
Come to think of it I’m just dumb sometimes
Jesus.
I bow to grandma, that’s downright bad ass.
I think you mean:
But yes, she was.