Agghgh! CRAP. I burned the backs of four of my fingers trying to finagle a rack into the oven.
Let’s see, what story will these scars tell? I think they’ll be from a bare knuckle fight in my youth. At a Denny’s. Yeah. In the parking lot. Over…hmmm…I wanna say…a plot disagreement about a Jane Austen novel. The conflict became too heated. So we took off our glasses and we went for it.
And I still carry the scars.