The last time we had a kitchen fire was when my sandwich burst into flames. I was pitching it in the sink just as my son strolled by.
"Hey, Mom, what happened?" he asked in the same tone he also says, "Hey, Mom, how are you?"
"My sandwich caught on fire," I explained in the same tone I also say, "Not bad. How are you?"
He looked at the sandwich and said, "Maybe your sandwich took one look at you and you were so hot, it combusted."
When a friend of mine who shall remain nameless heard that, she suggested I get the boy's eyes checked. At first I took that as a crack about my cooking then realized it was a crack about my looks. Not all of us can age as gracefully as you, PATTY!
Another time I was on the phone with someone while attempting the death-defying feat of cooking while talking. A wall of flames shot up off the stove-top, across the microwave and over four of the cabinet fronts. On the other end my friend heard the whoosh of the fire, followed by rapidly repeating clanking noises as I rearranged the pans on the burners and doused the flames with baking soda.
"Holy mother of God!" he yelled. "What happened?"
"Oh, it's fine," I said. "I just had a little fire on the stove. Speaking of mothers, how's yours?"
I recently learned that my own mother had similar challenges. Our circa 1940 "state-of-the-art" stove had a temperamental broiler that set dinner on fire on a regular basis. My father was always at work when this happened and since dousing fires was not my mother's forte, she would scream for our neighbor, Ray who would rush over and knock out the flames.
I'm not sure what it says about my mother that another man had to put her fires out while my father was at work. Come to think of it, I'm not sure what it says about my father. Oh wait - yes I am.
At construction sites they sometimes post a sign heralding their safety record. The signs say things like: 137 days without an accident! I'm going to do something similar in my kitchen. If I posted a sign tonight, it would read: Six days without a fire!
I know what the root cause of my kitchen fires is: multitasking - cooking while breathing, cooking while blinking, and as in my earlier example, cooking while talking. Cooking while not a cook sums them all up, I think.
I should be embarrassed about all this, but instead, I'll stand proudly by my sign: Six days without a fire!
Actually, it's not going to be a sign exactly; it's going to be a dry erase board I can update every day, and any day now, reset to zero.
