My mouth is on fire. Not because of spice. Because I was a total idiot. I was making smores over the gas burner, using a fork to roast the marshmallow. Once the marshmallow was melted, I slid it onto the waiting chocolate, and decided I COULDN’T let the marshmallow that remained on the fork go to waste, and yes! I put the red. hot. fork. in my mouth.
I heard the sizzling before I felt the burn.
Can you see the tine marks?
1 comment:
As if your lovely lips could get any hotter, dear Ellen.
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