Genius Golfer was making fried chicken last night for dinner. I came home earlier than I had told him I'd be here, so I think I threw off his groove. His chicken cooking project was just starting, so I went about things as normal while trying to stay out his way in the kitchen.
The frying pan was on the stove top with the lid on it while he was seasoning the flour and prepping the drumsticks. As I sat on the opposite side of the kitchen bar I noticed the smoke coming from the lidded pan and got very worried. I commented to GG that something wasn't right.
He quickly grabbed an oven mitt and gently pulled the lid off the pan which caused a sudden pop and flash! The sound and light startled him and he dropped the lid--perfectly--back on to the pan. Then he gently removed the pan, keeping the lid on, to the bar and the trivet waiting there.
We opened all the windows and tried to air out the smoke before the smoke alarms went off. But my eyes burned so much! I couldn't get them to stop watering.
Apparently, when he had lifted the lid to check about the smoke, the oxygen fed the nearly-a-fire inside the pan, it flashed and, luckily, he dropped the lid perfectly on the pan or we'd have had a grease fire on our hands--and all over the kitchen, easily.
Tonight we included a special thank you in our prayers that our house didn't burn down, or GG didn't get singed. Maybe someday this will be a funny story.
What's the family's mantra? God protects the stupid.
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