The art of french pastry phần 143

drunk toward the end of the day, and scary, came by to look over my shoulder from time to time (he was also watching the other apprentices do their jobs) Suddenly he passed by and screamed at the top of his lungs, “STIR FASTER!” and disappeared to check on somebody else I started stirring like a maniac As I began to stir faster the 325-degree caramel spiraled up the round copper bowl, splattered, and landed on my forearm It was so painful that I went into shock That day I learned that sugar loves to stick to the skin—and this splatter of hot caramel was about 3 inches long by 1 inch wide I had no idea what to do so I panicked, left my caramel to burn on the stove, ran to the dishwashing area, and threw my hand into the dirty water—not the best thing for a wound I would have done anything to make the pain go away The water, even though it was a little warm, stopped the pain instantly, so I took my hand from the water, grabbed the strip of caramel sticking to my arm, and ripped it off like a Band-Aid This was very stupid; I could have run cold water on my arm, which would have eased the pain, cooled the caramel, and slowly melted it All of the skin came off my arm, leaving a gaping wound It took forever for that wound to heal, at least three months; I have a scar to prove it From then on I have never stirred caramel too fast again  ... dirty water—not the best thing for a wound I would have done anything to make the pain go away The water, even though it was a little warm, stopped the pain instantly, so I took my hand from the water,... grabbed the strip of caramel sticking to my arm, and ripped it off like a Band-Aid This was very stupid; I could have run cold water on my arm, which would have eased the pain, cooled the caramel, and slowly melted... splatter of hot caramel was about 3 inches long by 1 inch wide I had no idea what to do so I panicked, left my caramel to burn on the stove, ran to the dishwashing area, and threw my hand into the