Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I was just cooking noodles, stirring them with a spoon, lost in thought. I hit a small spot where they had clumped together, and still deep in thought, I stirred vigorously, and the clump suddenly broke free, splashing half a liter of boiling water from the pot directly onto the front of my bare right thigh. If it had been about ten centimeters to the left, I would have experienced a pain of cosmic proportions. But I'm lucky.