On Friday at the movie theater I was being a thoughtful mother and bringing drinks and popcorn to my waiting family. as I was sitting down Allison decided that she needed to hop into my lap. Greg was at the back of the theater and said that it was like a slow motion scene. Allison’s head hit the bottom of the tray. The tray bounced up, drinks tipped over. Popcorn and soda went flying everywhere. Thankfully, the only person who got messy was me and not the older guy sleeping in front of us.
Yesterday I mentioned to Greg that I thought our oven might be dying. The top heating element in the oven would not come on for broiling. It was a little smoky, but seemed to work fine for normal baked goods (chocolate chip cookies). Tonight, I was roasting some bell peppers for a new dish we were trying from the kid’s favorite cookbook. I noticed more smoke and a funky smell. When I opened the oven all I saw was flames.
As a cook, I know that some things might catch fire, but this wasn’t just food. The bottom heating element itself was on fire. I grabbed the flour and started smothering the flames. Then when Greg came in he took over fire smothering duties while I took the flaming sheet of bell peppers outside. After the inferno died down, we unplugged the stove and went out to eat.
The kids have been playing The Sims 2 and they said that watching flames come out of the oven was just like we were in the game. “Mom, What if someone is playing us?”. That would be creepy, but sometimes I wonder if it isn’t true. Things in the real world are very Sims-like (hello IKEA). Is it weird that the first thing I thought after the flames were out was that I should have grabbed my camera because that would have made a great picture of the day?
Dude, I would have been taking pictures before the flames were out. You should get one of those really cool electrolux stoves…right after you win the lottery. I want one of those, but their so darn expensive!