All I wanted was a bit of Ramen.
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mortuus's entry, I'm reminded that I too had a recent fire scare.
Because I have a very small kitchen in this crappy house, I often store things on the stove top. No room in the cabinets or counter tops (this is especially true when Chris' dad brings over groceries. He believes a person can never have too much food in their house, even when there is literally no where to keep said food.)
Last night I put a pot of water on to boil and left the kitchen. A few minutes later, Petey started yelling, "Fire! Fire!" I ran into the kitchen and it turns out that I didn't turn on the burner under the pot, but instead turned on the back burner which had a loaf of french bread with a loaf of regular bread stacked on it. Flames! The paper bag of the french bread was burning merrily along. I stood there for a moment, hemming and hawing as what to do. Chris saved the day by grabbing a dishtowel and beating the flames out. There was no damage, but it was quite exciting for a few minutes there. Glad to know the fire alarm is so effective. It wouldn't quit going off, even when we removed the battery. The only lasting mark left by the incident is a bit of charred bread on the burner. I'll scrub that clean later today.
It reminded me of a time when I was in kindergarten. We had a babysitter and my parents told her we could have popcorn. We didn't have an air popper back then so the sitter had to use hot oil in a pot. The oil caught on fire. She put pot in the sink and turned on the water. Naturally, the fire got much bigger. I ran upstairs and hid in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. Always a good idea to run upstairs when there is a fire in the kitchen, right? No damage from that incident either.
Lesson learned: no more storing things on the stove top.
mortuus's entry, I'm reminded that I too had a recent fire scare. Because I have a very small kitchen in this crappy house, I often store things on the stove top. No room in the cabinets or counter tops (this is especially true when Chris' dad brings over groceries. He believes a person can never have too much food in their house, even when there is literally no where to keep said food.)
Last night I put a pot of water on to boil and left the kitchen. A few minutes later, Petey started yelling, "Fire! Fire!" I ran into the kitchen and it turns out that I didn't turn on the burner under the pot, but instead turned on the back burner which had a loaf of french bread with a loaf of regular bread stacked on it. Flames! The paper bag of the french bread was burning merrily along. I stood there for a moment, hemming and hawing as what to do. Chris saved the day by grabbing a dishtowel and beating the flames out. There was no damage, but it was quite exciting for a few minutes there. Glad to know the fire alarm is so effective. It wouldn't quit going off, even when we removed the battery. The only lasting mark left by the incident is a bit of charred bread on the burner. I'll scrub that clean later today.
It reminded me of a time when I was in kindergarten. We had a babysitter and my parents told her we could have popcorn. We didn't have an air popper back then so the sitter had to use hot oil in a pot. The oil caught on fire. She put pot in the sink and turned on the water. Naturally, the fire got much bigger. I ran upstairs and hid in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. Always a good idea to run upstairs when there is a fire in the kitchen, right? No damage from that incident either.
Lesson learned: no more storing things on the stove top.
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Date: 2010-03-18 06:57 pm (UTC)-way back, before my kids were born, Jeremy wanted me to go light the grill outside. Well, I didn't know how. Jeremy said I almost caught my hair on fire. Been banned from using the grill since.
-I remember trying to cook something and had a grease fire. I don't remember what I was making. it was that long ago. hubby put it out for me.
-Then, i remember coming home and putting my purse on the stove and turned on the wrong burner when i started to make dinner. well it burned a hole in my purse and started to burn my keys as well. the keys still work though which is a good thing because the other key disappeared after we moved to Tucson. they were never found.
I'm sure there are more but those are the times that stick out.
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Date: 2010-03-18 07:32 pm (UTC)I started a grease fire at my former boss's house on the first time we were invited over cuz I had just been hired and he wanted me to meet his family and his family to meet mine (Pastor Webb). Funny thing is that we both brag about it. He says he started it, but I started it because I was the one at the stove. I just remember thinking, "OMGOSH, I'm burning my new boss's house down!!"