a cautionary tale of biscuit dough
Saturday April 05th 2008, 6:42 am
Filed under: Random bits of cheese

Yesterday morning I was making breakfast. A seemingly harmless task, save for the occasional unfortunate encounter with a live stovetop. I peeled the paper off of the can of biscuit dough, but didn’t pop it open, thinking that it would be better to prepare the potatoes before putting them in the oven. So I walked across the kitchen with a knife to cut open the potatoes. So far, so good.

Then the can of biscuits exploded on the counter. I spun around and speared the popped can with my knife from about 7 paces, and was left breathing hard and trying to come down from an adrenaline rush induced by something that sounded remarkably like a gunshot.

My first coherent thought was “Wow. Still got it.”
My second thought was “Wow. Am I really that jumpy?”

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Still got it? How many times have been you attacked by biscuit dough?

Comment by Widge 04.05.08 @ 11:03 am

Still got the knife throwing. That’s a first for the biscuit dough. Chalk it up next to the owl and the mimes.

Comment by Siege 04.05.08 @ 2:45 pm

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