I can see the headline: "Woman's house burns down while she was blogging"
You see, since I have started a frequent, chronological publication of personal thoughts and Web links, I have burned three saucepans on my stove. Yes, three! I have only once in my entire 39 and three fourth years of existence burned a pan on my stove, at least I only remember one time. Hey, I am almost forty. We are talking burning the pan, not the contents of the pan!
In the winter, I frequently enjoy a nice cup of hot tea. Orange Spice is my desire. I sip it slowly with a smidgen of milk. I like my tea really hot therefore I boil the water on the stove in a saucepan. "Why don't you use the microwave?", my friend Michelle asked me the other day. I like it scorching hot! The hot that lasts for more than three or four sips. The microwave just doesn't do the trick. Three time, yes three, I forgot about the water and it boiled into gaseous vapors and roasted two Revere Ware saucepans that were a wedding gift and one Pampered Chef Generation II saucepan! Hello to all of the Pampered Chef junkies out there!
I bumped into Michelle at the Wal-Mart down the street where I was searching for a alternative to barbecuing my dwelling place. I bought a tea pot! I am sure the inventor had similar problems. What a great invention!
My new stainless steel tea pot is quite shiny, isn't it?
Would you like to sit a spell and sip a nice hot cup of tea with me?
(That's about the extent of any poetry you will read on my blog)
2 comments:
I need a new teapot. Sigh . . . You're right. Microwaves just don't do it for me either.
I almost had a oil fire yesterday. I was doing laundry and asked son #1 to help with it so I could make son #3 a tostada (He missed lunch with the rest of us due to an aversion to his schoolwork . . .) Anyway, son #1 said he preferred to cook over doing laundry and that was fine with me. The only problem is that I forgot to tell him you have to turn off the olive oil after you fry the tostada shell.
I went about my business downstairs, doing laundry and computer stuff . . . When the billowing smoke finally made it down I dashed upstairs to rescue the pan and my house . . . and promptly tripped on the stairs and banged up my knee. Hmmmm
Computers and stoves don't mix.
Paula -I am glad you saved everyone and everything! Sounds like a day in my house!
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