And no, we weren’t drunk…we were in Minnesota!
So we decided to get started on dinner (for 16) One of the frozen lasagnas was to go in the oven at the Log Cabin. Three fully capable mother’s took on the daunting task.
My sister, Erin was holding her 2 year old, Arden while my sister-in-law, Holly and I were blissfully free of children. All of us in the spacious kitchen of my family 1920’s log cabin. Holly read the instructions for the lasagna to me. First instruction…set the oven to 400 degrees. So Erin promptly turned the dial as she said at the same time, “This isn’t one of those light the pilot ones, is it?”
“Yeah” I said, “Unless the pilot is already lit.
So Erin grabs the lighter and I open the grill door to see if the pilot is lit. I get a big whiff of gas and say, “Whew!” Erin handed me the lighter in a rush and says, “Oh! Well then hurry! Hurry” So I clicked the lighter on, which took a few seconds because its child proofed up to the age of 50, and WHOOOSH!
All I see is a quick blue edged nimbus and sparks. All I heard was an “Oh! Sissy!” from Erin. As a writer I was thinking…’wow, look at that.’
Holly hadn’t actually seen anything having wisely turned away before I lit the oven to “duck and cover”.
We’re all in shock and all I can think to say is, “Am I on fire?”
Without missing a beat Erin said, “Not anymore.”
I looked up at Holly and she had her sweater bunched up at her mouth and I realized she was laughing. The absurdity of the moment hit me and I started cracking up. Erin starts laughing too but she was also trying to find out if I’m o.k. between the giggling. Arden thought it was a great game.
“I’m fine”, I say all blasé about it. “I just wanted to add a little burnt Heather to the lasagna”.
Then they get a good look at my hair and they start laughing even harder. By now we are laughing so hard we might as well be high!
Still laughing I manage to get out, “Do I still have my eyebrows!”
I’d singed all the flyaway strands of my long hair on the right side of my head and crisped up the ends of my bangs. The whole kitchen smelled like burnt hair. “Thank God for glasses!” I yelled loudly to even be heard over the laughter the three of us were practically doubled over.
It was a little hard to try and de-singe my hair without scissors and with the three of use laughing over the whole situation. My mother-in-law was in the living room reading a book. “Isn’t it nice that the three of them are so close they can laugh like that,” she thought.
She had no idea what we found so funny!