Let me tell you about a crazy thing that happened yesterday afternoon.
I was boiling four eggs. I like to eat two sometimes for lunch and so I cook four and then refrigerate the other two. I ended up on the phone, and as you’ve probably already surmised, I forgot about it.
I had put the lid on and turned the stove burner on high. I don’t know how long I left it, but it was quite awhile.
Suddenly I hear this explosion. My first fear was that it was something to do with my new washer, as it was only the second time I was using it.
I race to the kitchen to find that the lid blew off the pan and hit the ceiling. I had an explosion of charred brown stinky eggs everywhere.
And the bottom of my Cuisinart pan, which I’ve had forever, was black.
Then the smoke alarm goes off. The dogs freak out. I freak out. I grab them and head outside, thinking I could find the maintenance man. (One good thing about having the maintenance man’s shed in front of my window is for times like this!) He wasn’t there, but I found him shortly thereafter.
By the time I get back in, thankfully the thing had stopped beeping.
So then I have smoke and stinky egg smell everywhere and I open the patio door. I think most of you already know that Charlie Ross is terrified of flies. Of course one chose to come right on in uninvited.
I knew he had seen it because he went high-tailing it to the bedroom looking for a closet door that might be open so he could hide. He was running low to the ground like he feared gun fire was imminent.
I can’t cajole him out. He is trembling. Abi is upset over the smoke alarm and sat and cried for hours. I was by then a nervous wreck. I gave Abi one of her Composure pills, and tried to give Charlie one, but he wouldn’t take it so Ms. Abi grabbed it and thus had two. Not that it really helped any.
Oddly enough, on Java Talk we were discussing easy recipes with few ingredients. Well folks, it doesn’t get much easier than boiling eggs. And in my 57 years, I have never forgotten I had the stove on and blown up anything.
I am thankful I’m not still at the little blue house because that stove was gas. And I’ve shared that as a pregnant teen I blew up one of those babies and it threw me against the wall and singed my eyebrows off.
So maybe I’d better stick to raw fruits and veggies and nuts or something. It’s been 24 hours and I’m still finding pieces of egg.
And another fly has evidently made its way in because Charlie Ross is a trembling mess.
What I’d give for a dull moment around here.