Like mother, like daughter

I did some baking this afternoon...and obtained this:

 
A lovely monstrosity, this painful arm burn occurred while reaching inside the oven.

This incident is nothing new. For as long as I can remember, Mom has always had some kind of burn, scrape, or cut on her arms and hands. It is not a form of abuse...unless you can charge the oven with assault and battery. For some reason, Mom has always endured such war wounds while working in the kitchen. And now, I, too, have acquired this trait. I don't believe this is a fault, nor do I believe it stems from some kind of laziness or ineptness in the cooking realm. It's just something the Rush Women do. I like to think of them as badges of honor. We work hard in the kitchen...and have the scars to prove it.