Laura was making dinner tonight when she called me in to hear a song that came on the radio, as I rounded the corner into the kitchen Laura reached over to take the top off of a pot on the stove with a dishrag, the dishrag caught fire on the flames of an adjacent burner and she threw it on the ground and started stepping on it - it was the highlight of my cooking experiences so far. No one was hurt, the flames were extinguished and now we have one slightly singed (but still perfectly good) dishrag.
After dinner Laura decided she was in the mood for some brownies so she mixed up the batter and started pouring it in the pan at which point she realized she forgot to grease the pan so she poured the batter back into the bowl and started to clean the pan. During the cleaning process we got into a discussion about weather or not it was dangerous to eat the raw batter or if that was just something your mom told you to stop you from eating the batter. As I sat there eating the raw batter (danger is my middle name) Laura finished cleaning and drying the pan and started to pour the batter in again only to stop about half-way through realizing that she had been distracted by the conversation and started pouring the batter into a STILL ungreased pan. She had to repeat the whole process, it really was not a good night for her in the kitchen.
Laura was making dinner tonight when she called me in to hear a song that came on the radio, as I rounded the corner into the kitchen Laura reached over to take the top off of a pot on the stove with a dishrag, the dishrag caught fire on the flames of an adjacent burner and she threw it on the ground and started stepping on it - it was the highlight of my cooking experiences so far. No one was hurt, the flames were extinguished and now we have one slightly singed (but still perfectly good) dishrag. 
After dinner Laura decided she was in the mood for some brownies so she mixed up the batter and started pouring it in the pan at which point she realized she forgot to grease the pan so she poured the batter back into the bowl and started to clean the pan. During the cleaning process we got into a discussion about weather or not it was dangerous to eat the raw batter or if that was just something your mom told you to stop you from eating the batter. As I sat there eating the raw batter (danger is my middle name) Laura finished cleaning and drying the pan and started to pour the batter in again only to stop about half-way through realizing that she had been distracted by the conversation and started pouring the batter into a STILL ungreased pan. She had to repeat the whole process, it really was not a good night for her in the kitchen.
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