Note to self: get a bloody apron (and possibly goggles & long-sleeved shirts) for use when cooking. Cooking in a tank top while being well-endowed (and a klutz) does not go well together.
Thankfully, the pink spots on The Girls from the oil should be gone by morning. The one drop at landed on my face thankfully didn’t go further up than my lower eyelid. My arms are used to it by now. No wonder I started oven-baking everything for a while.
Steaks. Frying pan. Apparently not-too-gentle placing of meat in pan. Enough said.