Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Fire and smoke

My husband and I like to experiment with cooking sometimes. Before we were married we decided that we would make falafels. They are actually quite easy to make. So we ventured and made them for our friends. While we were making them my husband and I were discussing grease fires. I told him that you always put baking soda on a grease fire and never water because it would spread it more. So not even a minute later there was a small grease fire on the stove and Dave reaches for the water. Luckily the fire went out as quick as it started or we would have been dead.

My husband and I have been married for four months now and it has been wedded bliss from day one.

We stayed in Banff at the Buffalo Mountain Lodge and it was amazing. They had a the best pillows on the bed and let me tell you, I was dang close to taking one. The bathroom was bigger than my bedroom. It was awesome.

Dave is a romantic and since there was a fireplace in the room we decided to sit in front of the fire. So I sat on the bed waiting for him to start the fire. He was showing off his boy scout fire building skills. Within about 3 seconds of him lighting the fire smoke was billowing out from the fireplace. When I saw billowing... I mean billowing. The ceilings in the room are vaulted and fire alarm is probably at the highest point. My husband is not a tall man and so there he was jumping on the bed in his boxers waving a towel in the general direction of the fire alarm. Meanwhile, I calmly walked over to the fireplace, opened the flu and went outside.

Recently my husband was making cookies and rather than crowd the kitchen I asked him if he could toast me a bagel. He lovingly said yes. So he is doing two things at once. He put the butter in the microwave to soften it. I did not see him do this, I only saw the big flame that englufed the butter two seconds after putting it in there. Dave never saw the flame, he only heard the paper sparking up. So he quickly opened the door and blew it out... shut the door and it started on fire again. So he blew it out again. Dave knew not to put foiled paper in the microwave and all he said was "well, you know I can't do two things at once"... thus making it my fault the fire started, even though I was in the other room.