My Mum hasn't been well lately and so I've been the primary cook for a couple of weeks. I had a friend over today and we were pan-frying some steaks for dinner, smoking up the kitchen so much that my Dad noticed his glasses fogging up upstairs. But that wasn't important; the cooking itself went very successfully.
I left it to my friend to take care of flipping steaks while I went and played her some piano tunes in the next room (terribly, might I add), then came back in and leaned against the end of the counter next to the stove. It just so happened that there was a tea towel and a newspaper clipping sitting on the top of the counter and by leaning slightly against the tea towel, the newspaper in turn got a little too close to the element on the stove, and caught fire. Ironically this was after already removing both of the smoke alarms from the kitchen.
I suppose that's why I don't mind being head chef. Never a dull moment when I'm in charge.
