Feel the Burn

I write this blog today mostly because for the last few days I have had scores of people ask me the extremely complementary question, "What's wrong with your face?" Of course, I've had the much politer alternative, "What happened to your face?" as well as the (correct) assumption that I must've had some kind of run-in with a curling iron. It should be noted here that I have one beautiful friend who phrased the question, "What happened to that one certain part of your face? The rest of it is beautiful" or at least along these lines, and that was very kind and sweet and dear. But here is what happened to my face.

I burned it. With my curling wand. It is kind of embarrassing because its really visible and so many people have asked about it. What actually makes it more embarrassing though is that this was not the only run in with the devious curling implement in the same 24 hours. Alas, no.

I also decided to burn my finger and my hand. To quote Flynn Rider in Tangled, "A terrible decision really." For those of you out there trying to decide whether or not touching hot hair styling products would be a good idea or not, let me testify that it isn't. 

A much more pleasant type of burn I experienced this weekend was the spiciness in my mouth associated with my visit to India Palace with Trenton. 

The main purpose for taking this picture was to send it to my brother to make him a little jealous, cause he real likes Indian food and for most of my life I wouldn't try it. But now I have and oh boy. It is delicious. Trenton and I particularly like the chicken tikka masala and the tandoori lamb. The real story is also that I could probably live off of naan and just eat it for days. Naan isn't spicy, but the rest of Indian food can be, and I burned my mouth on Saturday, but it was totally worth it.

And finally, this picture was also on my phone so here it is because it's lovely, even if it doesn't fit with our theme, because I didn't burn it. 

This is named honey lemon ginger chicken and it was delicious and not even burned because I totally kept an eye on it while it was in the broiler. But not literally, or else I would have burned my eyeball. And that just sounds like the worst thing.