Dearest Shawna was so excited to cook dinner. She had text me earlier that day and asked if I would be interested in a veggie burger with a side of sweet potato fries. Heck yes, I would!! Especially if that means I don't have to cook it.
So... I'll set the scene for you... Shawna had just gotten back from the store and I had just spent the better part of the afternoon doing some much needed deep cleaning. Kitchen, vacuum, check. So I quickly get out of the way so she can have complete creative freedom. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all.
I had made some bread a few days before and in doing so had to place some foil on the rack below to catch anything (butter) that might run over. When I get too hungry I get super forgetful so I accidentally left the foil with the butter that had spilleth over in the oven. Shawna, not thinking anything of it, preheats the oven then sticks in her perfectly sliced sweet potato fries. Oven timer set, fries in 20 minutes!
Not just yet...
About half way through she decides she should probably remove the foil from the oven. Of course the butter is melted now and runs onto the bottom of the oven.
Still thinking nothing of it when smoke starts to pour out of the oven, Shawna turns on the overhead fan. I was in the other room and being alarmed by the smell of something burning come into the kitchen to see Shawna standing there with a slight look of bewilderment. I inquire as to 'what the hell,' she responds by opening up the oven to show me what happened.
Flames! Aaaaahhhhh!
Shawna yells out, "Flames! We have fire! Do we have a fire extiguisher?" I was getting ready to call the fire department (after the fire debacle we have had for the last few weeks) when she finds one luckily stashed under the sink. I grab it, take it outside and try to figure the damn thing out. These things are not very user friendly if you haven't ever used one before, just saying.
So Shawna figures it out, gets in a practice shot while outside, then opens up the oven to smother the fire in whatever is in fire extinguishers. Lemme just tell you, when you have to use one of those you had better be ready to scrub the entire kitchen with a toothbrush to get that stuff out of every crevice it can find. There was white-yellow dust EVERYWHERE! I locked Molly in a bedroom so at least she wouldn't have to breathe that toxic poison in, but Shawna and I were stuck in it. Thinking quickly (I AM an ICU nurse - those critical thinking skills ya know) I grab my bathroom towel and start fanning the fumes away from the smoke detector. In the grand scheme of things I don't know why this matters, but I guess I thought I was helping.
Due to the emergent nature of this situation, I was unable to capture the moment in real time with a photograph or video. Damn! So I had to pose Shawna instead.
Then last night she had a do-over. It was delicious. Perfectly done, Big T!!
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