Let's just say...I'm no Betty Crocker

Well, Tom and I have decided to host our very first Thanksgiving dinner. I'm excited and it's a bit scary since I've never cooked a turkey before. Besides the fact that having to clean and prepare a turkey churns my stomach, I'm not known for my "skills" in the kitchen. The kitchen and I sort of have a mutual understanding. We allow one another to coexist in the same house, but we are not to cross one another's paths. When we do, the result is bedlam. Just last night I was boiling water to engage in my much loved past time, hot tea. The reality is - one can boil water too long. Not only that, one can cook an empty teapot long enough that it will stick to the stovetop element. Yes, my teapot stuck to the element! Once I removed my teapot, I did what any Betty Crocker in training would do, I tried to put water in the teapot. You see, I was thinking that with the teapot so hot, the water would heat pretty quickly, so I wouldn't even need to turn the stovetop back on to enjoy my anticipated Chamomile tea! I think it was pretty logical. As I held the teapot under the faucet, I quickly found my Sherlock Holme's deduction to be true! The water steamed on contact with the superheated teapot and I scalded three knuckles. You see, I invaded the kitchen's territory. I just hope we can work out a more amicable agreement for Thanksgiving!