Who me??

 According to my west coast brother today is "National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day."  If this is an organization, I should apply for membership.  Now, don't get me wrong, I can cook.  I managed to feed and nurture my family and my children grew to be strapping, healthy adults, but through it all, I have never been accused of being graceful. Many of my klutziest kitchen moments took place in my early teens when, in my defense, people tend to be naturally klutzy,  For instance there was the time I was taking a stack of plates out of the cupboard to set the table and dropped the entire stack, shattering four of them.  Or the time I was baking a cake for a 4H project, trying to carefully follow the directions, when, instead of tapping the top of the cake gently to see if it was done, I was so nervous I drove my finger deep into the cake.  My brothers ate it anyway and I have always used the toothpick test since then.  Then there was the time I bumped up against a very hot pressure cooker and got a nasty burn on my upper arm.  Ouch!  Another lesson learned.  I don't make anything in a pressure cooker, ever, but I do have some excellent recipes for frozen jams and jellies.  Happily, I think my klutziest kitchen days are behind me, probably because I'm spending less time in the kitchen these days.  Being a woman of a certain age does have some benefits.