Saturday Night Adventure

Since moving into our new I house, I have had to acclimate to cooking on a gas stove. For the most part I love, love, love it, but I must say we have had a few "adventures" --involving fire-- with the gas stove. One incident of such happened Saturday night. I was trying to hurry and get some pork chops cooked (it was way too late to be starting dinner and the kids were starving). I was pan searing the pork chops in my big iron skillet, (which, by the way is my new favorite way to cook chicken, pork , steaks, etc). In my haste to get the pork cooking, I splashed out some of the grease from the skillet onto the burner, while I was putting the last pork chop in the pan. For some reason, huge flames engulfed the pan, burner, and the pork. I have had a few little flames before while cooking, but never like this. I immediately begin screaming, which brings the whole family into the kitchen to see what is going on. Zach, my brave husband will be the first to tell you he absolutely hates fire. I always have to strike the matches for grilling and for lighting candles. He runs to the sink and turns on the water. I suddenly flash back to the 1st or 2nd grade and remember, you are never supposed to put water on a grease fire. As I am trying to relay this to Zach, I guess Sydney is recalling some fire safety she learned at school and starts the evacuation plan. She is screaming for Ethan and Miah to go outside and is hysterically looking for Max. The whole incident has only lasted about 15 secs, but it is amazing how much can go on in 15 secs when Mama is screaming in the kitchen. After visualizing maybe getting flour out of the cupboard and throwing that on the stove, I finally come to my senses. I reach over, turn off the gas burner and the flame is gone. Drama over, fire over, screaming over. The funniest part of the story happened with Sydney. She had been very nervous about the whole incident. After she finally come back in from her evacuation, she announced to Zach and I that she no longer wanted Mama to do the cooking, she much preferred her Daddy to cook. When asked why she didn't want Mama to cook, she said it was just too scary with all that fire. I agree, maybe it is much to risky for Mama to cook, we will leave that to Daddy from now on. Hey if I had known it was that easy to get out of cooking, we would have had a fire a long time ago.!! HA!