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.
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as a child, my father would tease his grandmother by asking "what's burning?" as soon as he walked through her door. she'd throw up her hands and race into the kitchen (even if she had nothing at all cooking) because she knew what a forgetful cook she was. she often resorted to parking herself in a chair in front of the oven when she was using it. she wasn't juggling home *and* office - so setting yourself on fire because work has eaten up valuable brain cells is perfectly understandable. i am sorry about your hoodie - i'm a bit prone to foot stomping temper tantrums when i disasterize (kind of like terrorize) my own clothes.
Yeah, I tend to ruin all my favorite items of clothing. This one was very young. It came to me on Christmas. I have already spilled taco sauce on it, so I'm gonna get crafty with it and find something to applique over it.
steve (my keeper) reminds me to match my clothing w/ my food. so no white shirts when we eat italian or curry. apparently i stealth splash when i eat because i find spots *after* everything's been through the wash. don't think i've set any clothes on fire though...
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