A Little On Fire

I'm glad I didn't get this stuff in my eyes!

7 hours later my hand is on fire! Why? Because I offered to help with the meal that Pookie was preparing for everyone to eat after the church service.

See that evil grin on her face? No?

Well, what she's about to cook is something spicy.

And since I asked to help (first mistake right there) she had me mash the hot peppers and garlic cloves.

See the look on my face? That's complete ignorance of the fact that what you may have already noticed on my left hand is going to burn like crazy.

That yummy dish (oh yes I ate some) is partially the fruit of my said labor.

Now to be fair, Pookie did tell me to wash my hands a lot... But I thought scrubbing my hands two separate times was good enough. I was very wrong.

A note of caution to those who have yet to experience this agonizing pain... don't wash your hands in warm water. Just don't.