Home Cooking Mayhem

A simple tale about how my sister almost burned the house down.

Again.

Late one Saturday night I walked into a house filled with as much stink as there was smoke. I found my mother and sister on the couch. Resting where they had collapsed. In the mix of disgusted “It stinks” and “what happned” arose a single outraged wail.

That of my eldest sibling. “I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WASN’T THAT NOTICABLE?!?!” She shrieked accusingly as she whirled around to face my mother; who was quick to break down into a quivering pile of giggles.

We watched the grimy haze filter out the open door as our mom retold a story filled with grease-fire madness. Rather than a sweet-tooth my mom inherited her mother’s salt-craving! Which brings the demand for homemade popcorn!

Brandishing a pot and a bag of kernels my sister approached the stove. After starting up sis left to do laundry and returned to flames reaching the ceiling! After throwing it into the sick failed to work mom came to the rescue and threw the flaming concoction into the snow. It was shortly after when we had walked in.

In the end there was no damage to the kitchen. The only casualty was our favorite cooking pot. May you rest in peace. (In this case rest in pieces may be more accurate.)