I was a toddler. Less than two years old.
Popcorn was a favorite snack. There were no foil pans that you shake over heat until the exploding kernels makes the foil expand and is ready to eat. No nice little packages to put in the microwave and push the popcorn button.
Way back then the way we made popcorn was to put the grease (we used lard) into a pan to get nice and hot. Then the kernels were added, a lid put on the pan, and the pan was shaken back and forth until the kernels popped.
Mom was making popcorn one night. I was a nosy little girl even then. I obviously wanted to see what was in the pan.
I toddled over to the stove and grabbed the handle of the pan. It was hot so I let go of it. But I had started it moving in a downward direction. Hot lard poured down the front of me.
The doctor prescribed a burn ointment.
The only thing I actually remember is standing on the toilet while Mom smeared the ointment on my legs. She was practically in tears and worried that my legs would be scarred.
She was so worried about my legs that she forgot about my hand.
My legs have no sign of damage. The back of my hand is scarred. It has always looked like the hand of an old woman.
The use of my hand was not affected. Thank goodness.
You paid a learning lesson.
ReplyDeleteYou had grown up after this.
We all learned. Pot handles in.
DeleteOh bless you, such a little girl, that must have hurt terribly. It could have been worse but still, hate that happened to you.
ReplyDeleteI really only remember my mother applying the cream to my legs. I was very young.
DeleteOh gee, what a hard memory.
ReplyDeleteMy mother felt terrible. Not her fault
DeleteThat is an unfortunate memory and you have the scar on your hand as a reminder. I wondered if you enjoy popcorn today?
ReplyDeleteI love popcorn with lots of butter. A bit pf fudge on the side is welcome.
DeleteOh it indeed scares me , I have seen few cases in which toddlers pull hot things over them .it was painful to see one in the hospital!
ReplyDeleteI loved ,we whole family loved popcorn when I was little, mostly in winter mom would place big pot with on the clay stove round bottom and two handles . Mom would pour neat shiny sand in the pot and stir until smoke rises,then she would pour corns in it and stir until they burst into flower like shapes. They tasted heavenly
Hot sand. I never heard of that before. I am interested.
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