OK - no, not really. Just the broiler.
Yep - just when I thought things were calming down... I'm getting dinner ready. A flank steak to broil, fresh peppers, broccoli, and mushrooms to stir-fry, some couscous to go on the side.
I shut the broiler off and then one of our three gazillion smoke detectors goes off. It's one that always goes off, so I open the basement door and wave a towel at it, yelling at it to shut up because "there's no fire!"
Ha ha - joke's on me.
I turn around and there's smoke pouring out of the vents on the oven. I yank open the door and FIRE! Ahhh!!! My flank steak! My freakin' flamin' flank steak!
But back when I worked outside the home, my company had yearly fire drills in October. We'd actually have to put out a fire with one of those gi-normous extinguishers. No problem. We have a little one in the kitchen, so I grab it and pfffft!
do you know how much powder comes out of one of them things???
Well, dinner was ruined. The kitchen was covered in green dust, the hamster (yes, we now have a pet hamster who lives in our kitchen until my daughter has her own bedroom. It's the only place where the little bugger is safe from my son) is blinking up at me like "WTF?"
It took me two hours to get the powder off of everything. Kids had chicken nuggets. I had a roast beef sandwich. And I have to laugh about it because it was kind of funny. My husband said, "Well, you kept calm, but you could've just taken the flaming broiler tray out and thrown it in the sink."
Probably, but with the way things have been 'round here, I'd mostly likely have torched the whole house.
It all worked out though - oven's fine. Green powder's gone. And to Matt Reilly, who ran those stupid fire extinguisher drills and made sure I knew how to use one, thank you.
So, chuckle along with me, won't you? It's funny now that it's over and I wanted to share a few smiles...
Yep - just when I thought things were calming down... I'm getting dinner ready. A flank steak to broil, fresh peppers, broccoli, and mushrooms to stir-fry, some couscous to go on the side.
I shut the broiler off and then one of our three gazillion smoke detectors goes off. It's one that always goes off, so I open the basement door and wave a towel at it, yelling at it to shut up because "there's no fire!"
Ha ha - joke's on me.
I turn around and there's smoke pouring out of the vents on the oven. I yank open the door and FIRE! Ahhh!!! My flank steak! My freakin' flamin' flank steak!
But back when I worked outside the home, my company had yearly fire drills in October. We'd actually have to put out a fire with one of those gi-normous extinguishers. No problem. We have a little one in the kitchen, so I grab it and pfffft!
do you know how much powder comes out of one of them things???
Well, dinner was ruined. The kitchen was covered in green dust, the hamster (yes, we now have a pet hamster who lives in our kitchen until my daughter has her own bedroom. It's the only place where the little bugger is safe from my son) is blinking up at me like "WTF?"
It took me two hours to get the powder off of everything. Kids had chicken nuggets. I had a roast beef sandwich. And I have to laugh about it because it was kind of funny. My husband said, "Well, you kept calm, but you could've just taken the flaming broiler tray out and thrown it in the sink."
Probably, but with the way things have been 'round here, I'd mostly likely have torched the whole house.
It all worked out though - oven's fine. Green powder's gone. And to Matt Reilly, who ran those stupid fire extinguisher drills and made sure I knew how to use one, thank you.
So, chuckle along with me, won't you? It's funny now that it's over and I wanted to share a few smiles...
