I've never claimed to be a genius, but I certainly hope that I've learned a very important lesson in the wake of what happened the other night.
Let's put this in the Foible category, shall we?
Our friends Bonnie and Klaire came over the other night. After dinner, the girls went off to play in Lorelei's room and I started in on making the jalapeño salsa for the Huevos Picante recipe that I had posted the day before. I chopped the onions, smashed the garlic, and sliced up the chilis; no prob. I was sure to wash my hands well after handling the chilis, but I learned that I had failed miserably to rid my fingers of the flesh-searing chili oils when I scratched my nose; yes, the inside of my nose.
I may as well have jabbed a white hot poker in my nostrils. I could almost smell the nose hairs burning and I had no idea how to quell the pain. Bonnie saw my eyes swell with tears, then quickly soaked a paper towel with milk and shoved it up my nose. (What are friends for, right?) That worked for a second. But I needed more. NOW!
So what did my dumb ass do? I dipped two Q-Tips in vanilla yogurt and shoved those suckers up my nose. Yes, people, I was walking around the kitchen with dairy-laden swabs tickling my sinuses. Sexy, huh? I'm here to tell you, though; yogurt up your nose really works to take the pain of jalapeño oil away!
And then I touched my eye...
Yeah. I never claimed to be a genius.