I'm a redhead. And a chef. And I live in the north west of fricking England. I have been working all damn day in a sweat box of a goddamn kitchen. I am not built for this.
I zapped the air- not even over the chargrill, mind, just the regular kitchen air- with my super-cool, fuck-knows-how-it-works whizzy temperature number zapper doozer today and got a reading of 54.3. Celsius. That's approximately the same reading one would get from the surface of the sun.
I need a new job. Icelandic fisher woman is looking dandy at the moment.