Prometheus has nothing on me.

The other day I blew up a saucepan while the other half was out getting cat food. This included catching myself (slightly) on fire. A saucepan with a lid on it had some oil in it and the whole thing burst into flames. By the time I realized what had happened the flames were close to the ceiling. The only thing I could think of doing was taking an oven mitt and grabbing the pot and taking it to the back porch which is concrete. this gave me a few more minutes to think of what to do. I noticed that the flames were starting to spread to the rubber doormat and carpet a few feet away from where I’d put the pan.

I remembered that pouring baking soda on a grease fire should put it out, so I grabbed a box of baking soda out of the pantry and dumped it on the flames. For some reason this didn’t quite work the way it should have and instead blew the lid of the pan, sent flames in every direction and spouted up to the ceiling of the porch. That’s when I noticed I was on fire and promptly put myself out. The flames were bigger now than before and the carpet was all the way on fire so I did the only thing I could think of, I filled a gallon jar with water and threw it on the flames at an angle that way it would splash away from me and put out the fire. Which it did.

All in all it was a very unnerving experience. And yet I’m alive and the kitchen is in one piece. The house was filled with smoke and it still kind of smells like smoke. The back porch still smells like a barbecue.

–RK