Dumb Food Injuries
Sure, lots of people view pizza as a hazardous food. I’ve had the roof of my mouth scalded more than once by a too-hot slice, and I’ve learned to slow down and blow and not take such big bites. And yet, at the age of 34, I managed to endure a whole new kind of dumb food injury…
Honestly, it didn’t seem that hot. And I moved with caution, and took only the smallest bite, and my mouth was absolutely fine. My chest, on the other hand, was suddenly screaming in pain. As I searched for the source of my misery, I discovered a tiny drop of tomato sauce that had settled itself just above my cleavage.
I wiped it off immediately, but the damage was done. I actually burned my chest with a slice of pizza. The burn was small but determined. It became red and then raw and I couldn’t put a band-aid over it because that would look even dumber than my little angry wound. It healed after a couple of weeks, but I learned the lesson God obviously intended to teach me: Never wear low-cut shirts when you order pizza.


Food as a weapon for good!
Hostess Jen
Wednesday September 19 2007 12:53:13 pm