I really really do not enjoy cooking. If I were to win the lottery, my first splurge would be a chef. Seriously. I just hate cooking. And it turns out, I am not very good at it. At all.
This afternoon, I was preparing my lunch: a grilled cheese and roasted Brussels Sprouts. One second, I was flipping the grilled cheese, the next second, my sweater* was smoking! Yes, I set myself on smoke. I would say that I set myself on fire but there were no flames.
Luckily, between the ages of 6 and 12, I was well-schooled by Smokey the Bear on the Stop, Drop, and Roll technique. This is knowledge that I have never used but have stored in my brain just in case. Today was my day to call on those brain stores. Except today was more of a “Tear off, Scream, and Stomp.”
I totally realize that this was a very dangerous situation and I am not trying to make light of it (well, okay, I sort of am) but it was very weird. One, my sweater sleeve was not at all close to the burner (the sleeve that was smoking was not that of the arm that was flipping the grilled cheese). Two, there are no burn marks on the sweater. At all. I have searched it thoroughly.
By all appearances, my sweater spontaneously burst into smoke?
*This was not the sweater featured in the Fab Find Fridays post from earlier today. This sweater was a beloved GAP sweater. Which luckily is still in mint condition.
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