1 o'clock and alls well...

... if you discount 2nd degree burns and a potential stabbing, the kitchen is where I'm really on full goddess throttle (given that I've survived a year in a commercial kitchen without flexing my medical insurance, that's no idle threat). But then given I've been squinting at a page devoid of any calligraphic enhancements for the last too many quart de heures, that stabbing could have just been Freudian.