To be fair, this was my first fire ever. (And now that I've posted that, I'll be keeping a box of baking soda next to the stove at the ready! Karma enjoys me.)
But, in my defence, how many people out there would expect that an IKEA meatball can go from frozen solid to a mass of tupperware-melting flames in less than 2 minutes???? I was getting Tamsin's dinner ready, changing her, and corralling the kidlets with a youtube video of a Stampede Princess with a lasso*, when Chris shrieks into the house after seeing the fire in the microwave, and panics.
I don an oven mitt, grab the glass plate from the microwave, and take the smoking remnants outside, to spread their noxious gases to the world. We open every window, every door, and... nothing. It is so stinking hot and humid here that there is no air movement at all. At 6 pm, it's so hot that I have to double check that there isn't some kind of wiring fire behind the wall... nope, it's just that the kitchen window (no longer even in the sun) is open. Ye gads.
But I digress. I set up a fan, lit some candles, and ... well, I took a walk with Ailsa. I would have brought Tamsin with me, but she was stinky. And Vaughn was finishing a youtube segment. Backing up a bit, I was taking Ailsa for a walk because she wasn't allowed to watch any more computer because of poor behaviour, and for some reason, I thought a nice after-dinner walk with Mommy would constitute a punishment. Toxic fumes possibly clouded my judgement.
Anyhoo, we had a lovely explore around the block, smelling flowers, watching squirrels, doing urban gymnastics, and generally getting all hot and sweaty, then returned home 10 minutes later for a nice cool bath before bed. We opened our front door, to be hit in the face with a nice (but horribly stinky), cool blast of 24-degree air. Home
stench sweet home.
So, from now on, I'll be passing my Domestic Gauntlet to the kidlets, who are showing themselves more than worthy. Some photos as proof:
We often make deeeelicious smoothies.
|Sonny Bono sez: "I like it too!"|
|(The key to taking great candid shots of kids cooking together is to take them quickly, before the bloodshed, bowl-flinging and wooden spoon wars)|
|Nothing funny happened. They did a great job!|
* Princesses and cowboys? Two birds with one stone!