Curmudgeon, I agree: I love that sensation of opening a very hot oven in an otherwise cold kitchen, and your eyeballs steam up - now that’s adrenaline rushes for you :8

I’m afraid I have to admit to a series of bathroom pictures in my lifetime….

Hmm, next Wordless Wednesday?

Women reach in bare handed and prod whatever’s there — “No, not quite,” they’ll say and come back in a minute — prod again — “OK, looks about right.” Then they grab a dish towel, pull the item out of the oven and set it on the table or counter to cool in one smooth motion and without injury.

Contrast to the male being asked to check on the progress of something in the oven: First, we gear up — oven mitts on both hands. We peer inside the oven and see… nothing that tells us, one way or the other, whether the item is really done. “I can’t tell,” we say which results in an exasperated harrumph from the next room. “Give it a minute and then take it out. That should do it,” we’re told.

Even from the next room they can see what’s in the oven better than we can.

The minute passes — men set the timer just to be sure — and we try again. With both oven mitts on, and crouching back to avoid any unintentional conduct, we gingerly remove the item. While looking for a safe place to deposit same, we invariably burn ourselves, precautions notwithstanding….

Nope, not buying no. 1 — and bathroom pictures? Ick.

Well, maybe exiting from the shower….

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Sunflower