TREEHOUSE FIRE

Yes, there was a small pyrotechnic display in the kitchen at 11:30pm this evening, but all is okay, and Lt. Gold Dust is fine, recuperating with a bottle of Italian Sauvignon Blanc and Valium.

Here is what happened:
1. Ak left the treehouse at 10:30pm for PHL to pick up his mom, after her being delayed in ATL and extra 3 hours due to weather issues.

2. Jn takes shower, moisturizes, then proceeds to the kitchen to prepare a late dinner.

3. Dinner is progressing like clockwork. I was preparing Pad Thai, substituting thinly shaved beef for the ususal chicken. I was almost done, frying the noodles, when all of a sudden there was a POOF noise. I immediately looked at every wrong place in the kitchen-the fridge ice machine? the humidifier? outside the window? No....the flames were right in front of me, and I almost lost a $10 Old Navy fleece top. My adrenaline immediately went through the roof-I could actually feel it.

4. Calmly, I deduced that the flames were coming from under the pan, not in it. I removed the pan to the sink area, then used the lid to cover the flaming burner. My heart was racing, especially since the flames did not abate because the lid was not airtight. As the flames were about to reach the microwave above the stove, I calmly proceeded to the laundry room, grabbed the fire extinguisher, returned to the kitchen, put on my oven mitt, grabbed the lid, aimed the extinguisher, at the burning burner, depressed the lever, and with a clould of white dust, it seemed to be over...NOT!!

5. A large amount of black smoke congregated in the kitchen...not the usual smoke we promote over here at akjn. I immediately traveled back in time and became the 9th grade 100 yard dash sprinter that I had been and ran to open every window in the treehouse, and the front and back doors within 10 seconds.....my worst fear was that the smoke would activate the sprinklers for the entire building, and then I would be forever known as that tenant that ruined Christmas with Pad Thai.

Anyway...all's well that ends well. I managed to save dinner by putting the pan out of the way of the extinguisher dust, and if I do say so myself, it was ouststanding. Ak's mom finally got here safe and sound, with all luggage accounted for, and my wine/valium buzz is kicking in.

Is this a set up? Is some on trying to rub me out over the covert Saturday party debauchery mission? Check your phones, people, and stay in public places.

Lt. Gold Dust out, but eyes wide open :)




As the dust settles, Lt. Dust photographs the scene

Burnt burner

Crazy powder messed up the Salt/pepper utensil station.