"Don't burn the house down!"

And to imagine that I used to laugh that line off.. its sort of a joke between most of us, to warn each other not to burn the house down. I mean, helloooo who would burn their house down??

Well, until this morning it used to be a joke.

I got up this morning, boiled the ham I wanted to put in my sandwich(lunch). But boiled ham doesn't taste all the fantastic.. so I decided to fry it. But I couldn't find the wok, so I decided to use the pot(done that before).

I poured some oil into the pot, turned on the fire at minimum level. Turned around to get the ham, and when I turned around, guess what? FIRE WAS COMING OUT OF THE POT! As in, maybe a 2 feet high fire. The oil was burning!!! First thing I did was turn off the fire. But the oil was still burning, the bright orange fire was mocking me..

What could I do?? I knew if I poured water on it, it would make a really LOUD sound, and I really did not want to invite the neighbours over to investigate the sound. But I couldn't just leave the pot to burn!

First thing I did was blow. HAHAHAHA. Yeah, I was hoping it'll be like a birthday cake lit with candles, just blow and the flames go out. Unfortunately.. blowing did not help at all, if anything, it became slightly bigger.

Hence, I risked it all. I filled a pot with water, braced myself for whatever would happen, and poured water on the burning oil. As expected, the 'explosion' of sound was superbly loud. *Crackling and sizzling*

However, my problem had not yet been solved.. quite the opposite, in fact. The fire now reached the CEILING. From the pot, to the CEILING. It was about 5-6 feet high now! Ohhhh noooooo! I couldn't think of anything but to pour more water!

Fortunately, the 2nd batch of water brought the fire under control.. by the 3rd batch of water the fire was totally doused out.

Unfortunately, I was left with this:


Gee, what will my parents think when they see their once white ceiling like that???

Great, just great. I managed to blacken my kitchen's ceiling.



The 2nd picture shows the horrid pot that caused all the havoc. Yes, the fire came out from that pot to reach the ceiling. Bright orange fire. And the 1st picture proves that I'm not kidding you..

So who still wants me as their wife? Hahaha! Come on.. it's only a little fire.. that blackened the ceiling.. LOL.

To Hippo: You mentioned about finding me a good husband.. well, let's hope he never sees this post.. otherwise I think I'll be stuck with being a spinster for the rest of my life..

Thats it. From now onwards I'll stick to going out to buy lunch. I got over the trauma pretty quickly though, and made this:

Egg + Ham + Alfalfa + Salad = Wonderful sandwich!

So yes, I still ate my lunch after the fire. =P Fooooood!

Lol.

Anyway, so yesterday my life was at risk of being carried out of the house asleep.. today I nearly burnt the house down.. I wonder what tomorrow has in store for me.. a flood?

I'm thinking of finding myself a library and not going anywhere else for the rest of my holidays.. I've had quite enough adventures to last.. for a few days. =D

Thank God I'm alive and well! =)

Till the next adventure,
Joanne

6.48pm: My parents have seen the blackened ceiling and surprisingly, had nothing much to say. Lol! All they said was, "Thank God you're still alive!" when they saw the marks on the ceiling..

Lesson to be learned: Well, honestly, what lesson is there for me to learn?? Never cooking my own lunch again seems to be a slightly insensible suggestion..

Hmm... any ideas?

But I do know one thing.. if the school hadn't given the form 5s holidays this never would have happened.. LOL!