We had the neighbors (A's and S's) over for a South Beach dinner Saturday night. Susy made a wonderful chicken and eggplant dish, similar to an eggplant parmeson. Pablo made a delicious curried tomato soup that he was sure was too bland but was really very good, and Paul made a wine-poached pear salad that was delicious too.
The big event of the evening Occurred just before Paul, Nancy and the girls arrived. Susy ventured into the oven to remove the broiling eggplants, and brushed the oven mitt on the burner without realizing it. She then removed the mitt without looking. Neither of us realized the mitt had started burning and melting, and she pulled it off with her thumb on the melting part, covering her thumb with melting polyester, or whatever the fabric is. It took us a minute to figure out what was going on, so her thumb got badly burned before we got some cold water on it. She thought she had just touched a hot part of the mitt, and couldn't figure out why it wouldn't stop hurting. The melting fabric was clear and difficult to see. It wasn't until I saw the mitt, burning and smoldering, that we knew it was bad.
Dinner went on, but she did keep her thumb in ice all evening. Paul nicely brought some French-Canadian burn ointment, which Susy was sure the non-sting claims had been mistranslated.
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