I was heating up the 2nd half of my Jiggs dinner (which was so good!) for breakfast and as I spooned it onto my plate one of the tiny half potatoes went rolling.
Off the plate, onto the floor next to a waiting beagle. I did not want my beagle to burn his little mouth so I dropped the spoon and dived for the potato.
Grabbed the potato, which was hot, and threw it on the counter, while placing my other (not the one holding a hot potato) hand (really just two fingertips) down on the recently vacated stove burner for balance. First time I’ve been happy for my neuropathied numb finger pads!