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Uh, fire

After reading a post over at the Camel Life last week about BreezyK’s misadventure in the kitchen, I was inspired to share a similar kitchen disaster.  Twas not me, but my dear sweet mother who was the culprit.

It was a warm summer afternoon way, way back in 1994.  Revis and I were in the living room watching….something I don’t remember.  My mom decided she wanted to make onion rings.  So she went into the kitchen and started to, you know, make onion rings.

Now, my mom had (and still does) a history of failures in the kitchen.  From biscuits you could stone one with to pizza with uncooked dough, you could literally make a kitchen comedy of errors book based on her experiences.  But never before had we had our very lives jeopardized by her cooking debility.

Back to the story, mom had been in the kitchen for a few minutes when she decides that she, uh, can’t hold it any longer.  She walked through the living room and asked Revis and I to keep an eye on the onion rings.  Being the lazy teenagers we were, we politely nodded, and kept watching TV.

A few minutes later, mom hollered from the bathroom for one of us to check on the onion rings.  Revis and I looked at each other.

“You’re closer,” I said.  And my logic prevailed.

Revis got up and headed for the kitchen.  He stopped just short of entering the kitchen before dumbly proclaiming, “Uh, fire.”

As if waiting for Revis’ proclamation, the fire alarm immediately started blaring.

I jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen where flames 3 feet high were leaping off of the frying pan on which my mother had been attempting to make onion rings.

“Where’s the fire extinguisher?” I asked loudly.

From the bathroom I could hear my mother yell, “It’s in here!”

What the fuck?

Then I remembered.  That’s where it had been when we moved in.  What a stupid place to keep a fire extinguisher.  And even dumber that we left it there.

I ran to the bathroom to get the extinguisher.  The door was locked.  I pleaded for my mom to open the door so I could get it.  Instead, she quickly opened the door and tossed it out.

I scooped the extinguisher up and ran back to the kitchen where I came upon one of the dumbest things I have ever seen in my life.

My step-dad had a friend who we’ll call Jeremy – because, hey, that’s his name – who often stayed at our house because living at home with his parents was evidently too burdensome.  He apparently had walked into the house between the time I left the kitchen to retrieve the extinguisher and the time I returned with it.  He assessed the situation, albeit quite stupidly, and deduced that he couldn’t wait for me to return with the extinguisher because by that time the wall would be on fire.

So what did our heroic and idiotic Jeremy do?  Well, he decided to take the frying pan, 4 feet of flames and all, out of the house.

When I returned with the extinguisher Jeremy was halfway through the dining room with a frying pan engulfed in flames.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked in disbelief that he was doing something so stupid.  Had I been a cartoon character, my jaw would have slammed down on the floor.

“I had to get it out of there before the wall caught on fire.  I’m taking it outside and we can put it out there.”

That was his brilliant plan folks.  Take the fire outside.  Making the worst idea ever even more complex was the fact that we were on the second floor of a three-story apartment complex.  So not only would Jeremy have to get the flaming frying pan out of the apartment, he would have to carry it down an entire flight of steps to get it outside.

My brother had already opened the front door for him and by this time there was a crowd of occupants staring into the door to see the very same stupidity I was dumbfounded by.

Extinguisher in hand, I told Jeremy to put the damned pan down so I could put out the fire.  I very obviously can’t use it while he’s so close to the fire.

Jeremy finally made a stunning realization.  Well, stunning to him.  The rest of us came to the same conclusion as soon as we saw what he was doing.

“This is too hot.  I’m not going to make it!” he exclaimed.

No shit, Sherlock.

I again pleaded with him to put down the pan so I could use the extinguisher.

No dice.

Jeremy decided he needed to get the pan back into the kitchen.  So he slowly started walking the flaming pan back into the small kitchen.

Just as he entered the entrance to the kitchen, a large flame shot out from the frying pan in his general direction.  He became scared and reacted in a horrible way.  He tossed the frying pan into the kitchen sink.  When he did so, flaming grease flew out of the frying pan…and covered his arm.

Amid the painful screams Jeremy still did not move so I could extinguish the fire.  Instead, he quickly grabbed a huge bag of flour, which had been sitting on the counter the entire time, and dumped it into the pan, extinguishing the fire.

“Why the fuck didn’t you just do that to begin with?” I asked him incredulously.

“I don’t know,” he answered, writhing in pain.

Jeremy had to be driven to the hospital where he was treated for second and third degree burns.  The frying pan was ruined and the wall above the stove was charred black.

We’ve never let mom live that moment down.  How do you catch a frying pan on fire while you’re taking a dump? For as long as we knew Jeremy we never let him live his idiocy down, either.  Who thinks, “man, I need to pick up this flaming frying pan and get it out of here” and then actually tries to do it?  Well, Jeremy, that’s who.  It was quite an amazing display of dumbassery.

So, BreezyK, rest easy.  There are certainly those less talented than you in the kitchen and you can take solace in the fact that while you may have melted a steak knife, at least  you didn’t start a fire.

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33 thoughts on “Uh, fire

  1. Thank you for sharing your mom’s story so we can all feel better about our own cooking failures!

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    Posted by theforgottenwife | June 19, 2012, 10:52 am
  2. Hahahaha,,,I love that mom just continued to sit on the thrown,,thru the whole thing!

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    Posted by nikkix2 | June 19, 2012, 11:06 am
  3. haha AMAZING story! I’m glad my stupidity in the kitchen inspired you to share it- and poor Jeremy made me feel so much better. I hope he wasn’t scarred for life (either physically or emotionally)

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    Posted by breezyk | June 20, 2012, 3:36 pm
  4. “dumbly proclaiming”? Would it have been better had I ran away and screamed, “Holy shit! The house is on fire!”? I think not. I got the point across in a calm, cool manner.

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    Posted by revisedgewater | June 20, 2012, 7:47 pm
  5. O.O

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    Posted by bardictale | July 13, 2013, 5:21 pm
  6. Holy freak. This story is amazing and disturbing all at once.

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    Posted by AreYouFinishedYet | September 26, 2013, 11:38 am
  7. This story totally stressed me out and made me laugh. wth Jeremy?? :)

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    Posted by Stephanie | September 26, 2013, 4:13 pm
  8. I feel kind of bad for laughing at Jeremy, but seriously, that was hilarious.

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    Posted by The Waiting | September 26, 2013, 7:50 pm
  9. That settles it, I will only order onion rings, out. So much fun reading all the entries for this hop… fun and entertaining! Still chuckling at your mom and Jeremy.

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    Posted by talesfromthemotherland | September 27, 2013, 9:43 pm
  10. My kids will one day write this kind of blog post about me, I fear. Every few months, I set off the smoke alarm because I get sidetracked while I’m cooking eggs or I forget to add water to the pot when I’m steaming vegetables. And I once had a steaming spaghetti squash explode while I was cutting into it, but that was totally not my fault. (Well, almost totally not my fault.)

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    Posted by CJ | September 27, 2013, 10:05 pm
  11. Wow…what a douchepickle.

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    Posted by merbear74 | June 4, 2014, 9:50 am

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