We have a funny story in our family about the day our kitchen caught on fire. OK, so my sister and I thought it was funny. I have laughed about it for years. It is funny because everything and everyone was fine. We had much closer calls to disaster than this particular story. Other stories that cost my sister her eyebrows and bangs, involved broken banisters and light sockets, or being lost on a deserted road.
But I digress. THIS particular story is funny because of how it all played out. It started with my stubborn, passive aggressive sister strolling into the living room and telling my mom (whom she was mad at) in a rather nonplussed voice that the toaster oven was on fire. The selfless actions my mother took to "save her family and home" were admirable...and hilarious.
Why am I telling you this today? Because last night I got a glimpse of what my mom must have felt in dealing with that situation. Last night, while making dinner on the stove, my burner started really smoking. (If you know my kitchen you know I have little counter space and often set stuff on my stove. It is not uncommon for gunk to be on my burners.) As reached up to turn on the fan, I heard a little "whoove" sound. I looked down to see the drip pan under my burner was on fire. Brenna was beside me at the fridge, so after calling Josh's name, I tell her to get Daddy. (Mainly to get her out of there.) I then grab our fire extinguisher. When I turn back to the stove, I could tell it was pretty much contained to the burner, which I had already turned off and removed the pan from. I stood with the fire extinguisher in hand, pin pulled, and had the thought "I really don't want to clean up this extinguisher mess, lets see what happens." Josh comes in the kitchen and tells me to spray it. I tell him to just hang on for a second. (I'm sure loved that!) The fire was burning itself out and was still contained in the drip pan. Josh tried to extinguish it with a pot, but nothing really cut off the supply of oxygen. He was looking for one final pan, when I said "There it is gone." And it was all over.
Brenna and I had quick refresher course in escape routes, calling emergency personnel on the land line and cell phone and why we don't throw water on a grease fire.
All in all, it was a successful fire drill at our house.
What Should Have Happened
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