I won't dare go into the details of how miserable and depressing my life presently is, but I will say that I'm completely overwhelmed with problems and hanging on by a very slender thread.
The only good news is that the frigid weather has abated (it was 40 degrees yesterday), the snow has turned into rain, and there haven't been any more power outages.
As for me - I hardly ever sleep. I'm plagued with migraines, panic attacks, alarmingly persistent irregular heartbeats, and a hacking cough due to the incredible dampness. I won't reveal any of my worst maladies....
Anyway, at around midnight (a few hours ago) I vowed to make a valiant effort to relax. I decided to bake some rolls, make a mug of tea, and watch a movie. Hot tea with milk and honey, warm rolls with butter and raspberry jam.
The kitchen seemed a little smokey with a strange smell. Figured I'd better check the rolls.
When I opened the oven door a wild burst of flames roared up. This wasn't a small fire. It was an inferno. The entire oven was ablaze!
I was stunned and panicked. I'd never seen anything like it and didn't know what to do. In desperation I filled a pot with water and doused the flames.
In retrospect I know what caused the fire. Earlier in the day I was cooking dinner in the oven and had an accidental (and very careless) spill of grease (the ugly details aren't necessary),
I'm hoping that I didn't permanently ruin the stove by baptizing it in water.
Needless to say - I didn't eat any rolls, my tea got cold, and my plan to relax was completely thwarted.
Okay - I just read (on the Internet) that you should turn the oven off immediately if there's a fire.
I didn't.
And you should never throw water on a grease fire.
I did.
And you should keep the oven door closed.
I didn't.
Obviously, I have a lot to learn.
Note-
I cleaned the oven this morning (Tues) and it still works!!
