(For mom's sake let me just say I am ok, for dad's sake, you might want to find a soft place to read this you will want to hit your head on something due to my stupidity...I am sure of it)
I found a recipe on Down Home with the Neelys from the Food Network. I then read the directions and saw that you needed to set your fryer to 375 degrees. I do not own a fryer. Instead I poured my peanut oil into my favorite pan...actually the roommates and cranked the heat. After several minuets I saw from the corner of my eye that the pan was nearing the boiling over stage, concerned about the cleanliness of my stove I wanted to avoid this at all costs. I ripped off the lid and to my surpise it burst into flames! Not just a few, oh no, huge...reaching into the exhaust fan. Immediately shut off the fan, grabbed a towel and tried to walk the flamming pan outside. In the process we only lost, some hairs on my hand, a bit of a rug, some grass, a pan and a towel. I know, I know, it seems to be a long list. But..I have my life and the house...we are all good! I am not sure if anyone was driving past at the moment or if any of my neighbors saw. No one came rushing over so they either thought I could handle it or didn't see it happen. I almost wish someone would have seen the flames being flung out of the side door. However, if you drive past on our street...you can definately see the burnt grass.
The pictures of the damages...
I am pretty sure we own a total of 4 dish towels...make that three.
The rug in the entry way. Luckily the second it started up it went right out.
The grass next to the driveway. The pan hit, spread and then...
Landed here safely in the driveway.
In a matter of 20 seconds, life flashed before my eyes and thankfully it all turned out ok with just some minor mishaps. I must say, someone upstiars was looking out.
#1 Before cooking I said to myself, I should pull my hair back, don't want any to end up in the food!
#2 It never once occured to me to put water on a fire...thank God!
#3 I always cook with a clean kitchen, nothing else had a chance of getting lit up.
I could ramble on and on and on. But the meaning I am finding in all of this is once again, God is always with us.
Last week I had one of my major questions answered. The lady who went on sabbatical will be back next year, which means I will not be an 8th grade resource teacher at this school. Not all hope is lost there is an elementary opening in the school district but I still need to look at this job as being put back into the pool of amazing fishy teachers that are all deserately searching for a job. However as I just said to my roommate, he saved me from starting this place on fire today, what is he going to save me or see me through tomorrow. Hopefully to help me not shed so many tears when it is announced to my team, and the rest of the school tomorrow.
"Sometimes when a door closes, he kicks down an entire wall."
Also after the flames I still had an amazing supper. A flat bun with basil white bean hummas, cucumber, onion, and tomoto, a side of sweet potato fries, and some baked green beans. Healthier than the beer batter fryed anyways.
I wish flames would go up in my kitchen when I was about to eat something unhealthy!! That would maybe teach me a thing or two! :0)
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