For the first time in awhile, I had friends over at my parents house for a movie and games. It was just a few of us and we hung out in the basement all curled up on the couch watching "A Knights Tale". After the first 20 or so minutes, I heard movement upstairs and assumed it was my parents who just got home but I was wrong and rewarded by the sight of my best friend walking down the basement stairs.
"Wheres a pizza stone?" He asked.
Our oven wasn't working so I went upstairs to help him out. He had brought over dinner to make. It felt like high school again! We put the pizza in the pizza oven and put the fries in the oven on broiler setting to see if that'd work.
15 minutes later, he went upstairs to check on the food and moments later I hear the smoke detector going off from down stairs so I run up to see whats going on. As I go up the stairs I hear the words "Its on fire!"...
I make it to the kitchen and theres smoke everywhere. The fries are being pulled out of the oven and they are in fact on fire. Small flames on the cookie sheet make their way over to the sink and are underwater in seconds, only the water doesn't fully put the flames out so I run over, take a big breath and blow them out. It feels like at the same time Im doing this, I also am pulling the battery out of the smoke detector (those things always seem to just be annoying more then anything...), turning on the stove fan, opening a window and fanning the billows of smoke with a towel out the window into the freezing night air.
After everything is under control, we start laughing at the hilarity of it and my bestie is saddened at his black, charred, curly fries. He finds a few to eat but the rest go straight into the garbage.
Needless to say, I smelled like smoke the rest of the night and the house still kinda smells like burnt fry. But it makes for a good story!
"Wheres a pizza stone?" He asked.
Our oven wasn't working so I went upstairs to help him out. He had brought over dinner to make. It felt like high school again! We put the pizza in the pizza oven and put the fries in the oven on broiler setting to see if that'd work.
15 minutes later, he went upstairs to check on the food and moments later I hear the smoke detector going off from down stairs so I run up to see whats going on. As I go up the stairs I hear the words "Its on fire!"...
I make it to the kitchen and theres smoke everywhere. The fries are being pulled out of the oven and they are in fact on fire. Small flames on the cookie sheet make their way over to the sink and are underwater in seconds, only the water doesn't fully put the flames out so I run over, take a big breath and blow them out. It feels like at the same time Im doing this, I also am pulling the battery out of the smoke detector (those things always seem to just be annoying more then anything...), turning on the stove fan, opening a window and fanning the billows of smoke with a towel out the window into the freezing night air.
After everything is under control, we start laughing at the hilarity of it and my bestie is saddened at his black, charred, curly fries. He finds a few to eat but the rest go straight into the garbage.
Needless to say, I smelled like smoke the rest of the night and the house still kinda smells like burnt fry. But it makes for a good story!
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