Enough silliness. This is a serious post.
I made two pear pies. And the recipe called for them to be cooked in a paper bag, only I couldn't find any, because I always get plastic and recycle. The oven was ready, the pies waiting, what to do! So I went to the garage and started pawing through the boxes of Christmas decorations. Yes! A big paper bag with a full color picture of Santa on it full of lights from the front porch. I dumped out the lights, rushed back to the pies, placed them in the bag on a cookie sheet and stuck it in the oven. Then I came in here to write about washing machines.
A little later, I noticed a funny smell. Well-it was the first time I'd ever made pear pie, so it could be normal. But I thought I'd better check. Wisps of smoke are curling through the dining room. Hmmm. The kitchen has disappeared. I open the oven and out comes a big puff of smoke. The paper bag had little rope handles that were smoking and burst into flame as I watched. And the funny smell was the paint on Santa melting off. I pulled off the handles with my Holly and the Ivy Christmas mitts, poetically enough, and put the pies back in. This is serious because my children have come home and eaten both pies. Will they die from Santa paint poisoning? Should I have stopped them? I did eat half a pie myself, thinking to save them. And now what will I put the Christmas lights in?
I'm sorry to bring the mood down so abruptly, but I knew you would care. |
