Our cousin Kurt (yep- our cousin . . . long story) is in town for work and he stopped by last night for a little visit. As we showed him the house, Chris and Kurt lighted several matchbooks on fire in the wood burning stove- because well, that is what you do when Kurt is around. So Kurt, this one is for you. Thanks for coming to visit.
Two days after we moved in, Chris accidentally started a fire in the kitchen.
I am not joking.
A real, smoky, burning, dangerous fire.
Luckily, he started it in the toaster oven and the fire politely stayed there until it ran out of air and died.
But it was an exciting 2 minutes while we watched and considered our options .. . "Do we open the door to put it out with a fire extinguisher?" "Where is the fire extinguisher?" "Do we have a fire extinguisher?" (Yes- two in the kitchen actually- thank you previous owners!) "What do you put on grease fires?" "Baking soda? Flour?" "Should we unplug the toaster?"
While we were deciding what to do- the fire died down leaving me with this:
A charred toaster oven and a smokey wall.
In our new-to-us house! Seriously. How ironic would it be if we moved into a house and then burned it down two days later?
Not good is what it would be.
My mother heard about our fire and got Chris a new Toaster Oven for Christmas (Thanks Mom and Dad!) I was unable to wash the smoke off the wall so I just covered it with a little paint. Good as new.