Disco Inferno! (Only Without the Disco)
Okay, so I managed to set my friend's kitchen on fire tonight with another awesome display of my super cooking skills! Again.
It was my job to microwave us some popcorn for our late night movie fest. But something went wrong... Horribly wrong. I put a bag in the microwave for exactly 3 minutes 30 seconds and then (little shit that I am) sauntered over to Kristen's computer with the intention of making a bunch of LJ posts under her account, essentially declaring how awesome I am and how she wishes she was me. All in good fun, of course. ;-)
But then... After only A MINUTE AND A HALF (!), I glanced back into the kitchen and noticed smoke BILLOWING out the sides of the microwave! AHHHH! Once I got closer to look inside the microwave itself, all I could see was just a ball of flames. I shouted some pretty imaginative curses, and tried to extricate the flaming popcorn bag from the appliance without setting myself on fire... only to fill the entire apartment with smoke in the process (curse the apartment's open concept architecture!).
It was at this point Kristen came out from her room, probably because of my shrieks and smoke, shouting at me to get the bag outside before the fire alarm went off. So there were the two of us, blindly fumbling to the front door with the bag in tow. Both of us grappled with the damn door locks for what seemed like 5 minutes - all the while GAGGING on the smoke that was still CASCADING out of the bag in our faces. I'm not kidding, that little bag smoked for, like, 15 minutes straight! Every time I would try to take a peek inside to see exactly how charred the popcorn was, a new puff of smoke would hit me in the face, sending me into another choking fit.
Then of course we had to air the apartment out by opening up all the windows and fanning the air. It was about 90 degrees that day, so the windows were naturally shut with the AC on. My God, that smoke produced a funk to be reckoned with, that's for sure. K light a scented candle, but to be completely honest, I wasn't all that comfortable with that.... I mean, we're good friends, but I don't know if we've reached the all too critical scented candle phase of our friendship yet.
Anyway, I'm convinced the popcorn bag was possessed by some sort of evil entity. Perhaps the spirit of the late Orville Redenbacher. Popcorn just doesn't spontaneously burst into flame after a minute in a half without some sort of evil presence. We aren't ready to rule anything out yet...
Here be some photo evidence of the popcorn flaming wreckage... what you can't tell from the pics is the popcorn is so burnt that it's FUSED together and hard as a rock.
And that's all I got tonight. Sorry, it's been a slow week... But my summer class will be over in a week - and then I can have a social life again! *gasp*
My eyes still burn and I reek. I'm going to bed. :-/
It was my job to microwave us some popcorn for our late night movie fest. But something went wrong... Horribly wrong. I put a bag in the microwave for exactly 3 minutes 30 seconds and then (little shit that I am) sauntered over to Kristen's computer with the intention of making a bunch of LJ posts under her account, essentially declaring how awesome I am and how she wishes she was me. All in good fun, of course. ;-)
But then... After only A MINUTE AND A HALF (!), I glanced back into the kitchen and noticed smoke BILLOWING out the sides of the microwave! AHHHH! Once I got closer to look inside the microwave itself, all I could see was just a ball of flames. I shouted some pretty imaginative curses, and tried to extricate the flaming popcorn bag from the appliance without setting myself on fire... only to fill the entire apartment with smoke in the process (curse the apartment's open concept architecture!).
It was at this point Kristen came out from her room, probably because of my shrieks and smoke, shouting at me to get the bag outside before the fire alarm went off. So there were the two of us, blindly fumbling to the front door with the bag in tow. Both of us grappled with the damn door locks for what seemed like 5 minutes - all the while GAGGING on the smoke that was still CASCADING out of the bag in our faces. I'm not kidding, that little bag smoked for, like, 15 minutes straight! Every time I would try to take a peek inside to see exactly how charred the popcorn was, a new puff of smoke would hit me in the face, sending me into another choking fit.
Then of course we had to air the apartment out by opening up all the windows and fanning the air. It was about 90 degrees that day, so the windows were naturally shut with the AC on. My God, that smoke produced a funk to be reckoned with, that's for sure. K light a scented candle, but to be completely honest, I wasn't all that comfortable with that.... I mean, we're good friends, but I don't know if we've reached the all too critical scented candle phase of our friendship yet.
Anyway, I'm convinced the popcorn bag was possessed by some sort of evil entity. Perhaps the spirit of the late Orville Redenbacher. Popcorn just doesn't spontaneously burst into flame after a minute in a half without some sort of evil presence. We aren't ready to rule anything out yet...
Here be some photo evidence of the popcorn flaming wreckage... what you can't tell from the pics is the popcorn is so burnt that it's FUSED together and hard as a rock.
And that's all I got tonight. Sorry, it's been a slow week... But my summer class will be over in a week - and then I can have a social life again! *gasp*
My eyes still burn and I reek. I'm going to bed. :-/