Who Says Beards Aren’t Practical?

Last night, my roommates and I, in a fit of financial chastity, decided to cook dinner for ourselves rather than spending $10 each on some horribly mundane fast food meal. Salmon, rice, and veggies were all on the stove getting ready. I was frying up the salmon fillets using a sugar and chili dry rub in a small amount of olive oil when a small pocket of boiling hot olive oil exploded into my face. I jumped back in a rather large amount of pain wiping at my face. I walked into the bathroom and found that the brunt of the oil had landed on and in my beard with only a few drops of oil landing on my exposed skin.

I still have a few quarter inch spots of second degree oil burns on my face, but it was good to know that my beard does more than make other men jealous of my manliness.

[Update: They still feel like they are on fire.]