It goes to show

One evening last week was especially busy. I had started making bread earlier in the day and needed to finish it that evening. While at the same time I was also making dinner AND trying to get lily fed and into bed for the night. I'm not going to lie, making bread is a big job for me by itself, so throw two other things in the mix and this is what you get...


I started a fire in the kitchen. Thankfully it wasn't serious, but it was hilarious. I accidentally left one of the stove burners on and had set my oven mitt on it. I went into the dining room to check on my mixing bread and when I returned to the kitchen, the mitt and burner were on fire. I, to my surprise, calmly said, "oh there's a fire," and proceded in blowing on it - real smart I know, but for some reason that was my first reaction. Luckily Derek swooped in the put the mitt under water. What a boy scout. And that was that. My first kitchen fire ever. And for the record, my bread DID NOT turn out. Shame.