The Day I Almost Burned Down the House...Sort of

So, today I was thinking about what type of story I was going to tell tonight.  Was i going to talk about the documentary we watched in class that was very serious, but had one random porno part in it, or was I going to talk about how certain things you read challenge the way that you think and view the world.

Turns out that tonight wound up being more interesting then I planned.  To be honest I am a terrible cook, but one of my goals in moving out-of-state and off to grad school, is to learn how to cook.  Tonight I decided to really start that adventure, and decided to start relatively simple.  I wanted to make scrambled eggs and home fries.  Well, I used some canned potatoes, boiled them a bit to soften them and then started to fry them up.  I didn't have vegetable oil or regular butter, so I used some pam and some spray butter (error number 1).  Things seemed to start by going alright, I am a little impatient so I tried to rush the process a little, and turned up the heat (error number 2).  The potatoes started to steam, maybe smoke a little bit so I opened the door, but it didn't click, because I don't cook often to turn the fan on over the oven (error number 3).

The smoke filled the room, and the fire alarm went off.  One key thing to remember at this point, is that I technically live on the Farmers' Museum's property.  So when the fire alarm goes off security is immediately notified.  Thank goodness a few days earlier the guy in charge of our lease warned us that if the fire alarms ever went off because we were cooking we need to immediately call security to tell them it was a false alarm or the fire department will come.   Remembering that, I got in touch with security before they called the fire department.  Still a maintenance guy was near by and rushed into the house to open a bunch of windows and deactivate the alarm, checking to make sure everything was fine.  (he opened a bunch of windows that were too tall for us to reach to close however).

Once he finally left i sat down to eat my dinner, which was, to my disappointment, a bit burnt.  All that trouble for nothing good.  Halfway through eating, though, a security vehicle pulls up in front of the house, and a guy knocks on the door to check that everything was ok.  Then he OF COURSE needs to call the main office and say, "just talked to Amanda she said she burned some food."  Thanks, I get an incident report written up now.  Oh well, basically the night ended with me going for a walk and finding some ice cream.

Till tommorow