Friday, January 19, 2007
Disaster of the Day
I almost set myself on fire. For dinner, I went with the decidedly un-gourmet fresh packaged tortellini and alfredo sauce, with a salad and garlic bread. While the pasta boiled away, I put the sauce on the back burner to warm up. I chose the back burner because it's the only one without food burned on to it, and it's the only one that doesn't currently smell. For some reason that was apparently beyond me, the sauce wasn't getting warm, but there was definitely a burning smell. I leaned over and peered into the pot, as if that would answer my question. Then I smelled something very different, but kept leaning over that damned stove. I'm not too swift at seven o'clock on a Friday after work. Finally, I moved away from the stove and notice that the smoky smell was actually coming from me. More to the point, it was coming from my favorite powder-blue hoodie, which was on fire. Apparently I had turned on the front burner instead, and leaned right onto it while trying to figure out the reason for the cold alfredo. For long enough for it to catch fire. I'm going to go lie down now.