cooking catastrophe...

Bonnie called to find out how to carmelize onions yesterday.  Apparently, she then proceeded to cook said onions while we went on to talk of other things:

Bonnie:  *various swear words*

Me:  What's wrong?

Bonnie:  Some of the oil came out of the pan and hit the heating element.  It's on fire.

Me:  What?

Bonnie:  Where's the +*$%'ing flour?...I know that water will make it worse.

Me:  Is it out?

Bonnie: *more swearing*  Now the fire alarm for the whole apartment building is going off.

In the background:  Sounds of girls running into her kitchen, asking what is going on...

Bonnie:  I'd better call the fire department before they send a truck out here.  Call you back, mom...

Disconcerting....

Comments

[tinker]

Yikes! As a mom, I can imagine how disconcerting it must have been to be waiting on the other end of the line. Since I didn't see any other posts about it, I'm assuming all turned out well - except for the onions, lol - in the end.

[Barbara W. Klaser]

Possibly the worst time for any parent to hear, "Call you back . . ."

But it gave me a laugh. Presumably she called back, and there were no casualties besides the onions?

[Leslie]

whoa, glad she used her head....sounds like she's definitely her mother's daughter....^-^

if it had of been me, though, i might have let the fire truck come....when my sister's smoke alarm went off one day for no reason while i was visiting, the firemen came to check out the system just in case....um, were they yummy or what! ^-^

[Stephanie]

Oh my goodness! Disconcerting indeed! Good thing she knew about flour. If I'm on the telephone I can hardly manage to pay attention to anything else (even though Sydney believes I can pay attention to a multitude of things).