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Monday, November 30, 2009

Jerry Lewis comes to Dinner!







It's report time and so I'm spending a lot of face time with this dear old laptop of mine, but not really in ways that please me. K my 16 year old, just a few weeks shy of being a learner driver was dispatched off to the kitchen to check on the dinner simmering away in the oven.

My finely tuned mama -ears picked up that all was not well with the dinner. A small panicky yelp, no louder than a who's  came drifting up the passage and I dropped dear Suzie who ought to apply herself more in mid sentence and went to investigate.

There I saw, the tuna casserole, quite unperturbed, standing in the oven like Shadrach, Mechach and Abednego, surrounded by rather large flames. Not quite what I expected. I realize I'm the only adult here, the sub adults are all watching me and waiting for me to do something. Cue mom to the rescue.


For the life of me I can't think of what to do , Ive already turned off the oven, but the fire, she blazes on! I'm somewhat hypnotized by those flames. Somewhere in the slow moving coggery of my brain, I think to myself that water may not be the best idea.  I take a large baking pan and try to off the fire by smothering it, it  just burns merrily under the pan. Though I hate to admit it - I'm getting a little panicky.


Still no brilliant ideas, my kids are in various stages of hysteria , so am I - how the heck do you stop a fire?  Note to self, fire extinguishers are a good idea. I cave, I fill up a pot of water and chuck it on the fire. Yes, my earlier hunch was correct, this was an ill -conceived idea. The flames immediately grow huge I'm all out of ideas now, except to dispatch hysterical children in various directions to get help. I turn back to the fire, it has died, something totally blackened, charred and steamy sulks at the bottom of the oven on top of the element.
Disaster averted.


The casserole, affectionately renamed Nebuchadnezzars flaming delight is unscathed and pretty tasty too. My nerves are truly shaken and my brain somewhat rattled, but I feel mostly relieved - I got the feelin' someones looking after me and my big 5.


For some reason I imagine his name is Jeff, feathery wings and  sculpted six-pack - thanks Jeff!










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