I say that in jest and thank the Lord is was something minor. I had Claudia and Marie over and was sewing while making dinner. We are sewing away when every smoke alarm in my house went off. I had put a potato in the microwave for Shannon, and I guess the microwave must have shorted out. It not only burnt the plate but the potato was on fire and the microwave full of flames.
You like to think you react quickly but all I could think of was call my son in law. Thankfully Marie put out the microwave while the amazing Claudia took the flaming potato outside. I am so thankful she didn’t burn herself. They even helped clean up the mess and even stayed for dinner after all that. Oh and no, we didn’t have that potato for dinner.
Here’s a comparison to a regular potato. Remember that old commercial, this is your brain and this is your brain on drugs.
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A visiting family member put some scrambled eggs into the microwave to cook and, while walking toward the pantry, I saw a narrow flame streak toward the food from the right side. Luckily I could turn the microwave off within seconds…no smoke but that microwave was dead at 16.
Your potato looked like a lamb chop I incinerated in a microwave that just had a dial, pre-digital days. In that case the microwave survived the operator’s poor decision.
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