Paul is usually the one that cooks most of the meals around the house. Part of it is of pure survival for him. If I follow a recipe I'm good, but the thing is I really don't like to read directions, of any kind. There are only a few dishes I can whip up quickly without consulting cookbooks, and Paul is not a fan for most these dishes. So he cooks, and he is much better at it than I am.
This week he is visiting his dad at East Coast. Before he left, he joked that I may starve while he is away. I was determined to prove him wrong. Last night I made pesto, something I rarely made. It was all great until I realized I didn't have parmesan cheese. I was very tempted to throw in ceasar dressing as substitute, but I came to my senses. It turned out pretty good even without the cheese, if I may say so myself.
This morning I wanted an egg sandwich. I scrambled some eggs, put it on bread, and put a slice of cheese and a slice of fake, vegetarian ham on it, and wrapped it in foil and put it in oven.
After 7 minutes I went to get the sandwich out of the oven and saw the top coil /heating element was on fire, albeit a small fire, it was fire, and not from debris in the oven, it was the coil burning. I completely freaked out. I grabbed the sandwich out of the oven, turned off the oven and couldn't figure out what to do. I took my water bottle and sprayed the burning coil with water (exactly what NOT to do according to many sites I read afterwards.) It just kept burning, and sparks flew. I was in panic mode and grabbed the ancient fire extinguisher we have, but couldn't figure out how to use it and I wasn't sure if I should use it or not. I kept spraying water onto the coil like a total fool, and watched the coil continued to burn towards the end. I was envisioning an exploding oven, thinking I have no time to run next door to ask our neighbor for help, or if I should call 911. Finally, the coil darkened from glowing red to orange, to gray, and the fire fizzled out. I totally freaked out during the whole time.
Since I cannot pull the oven out to unplug it, Paul told me over the phone to go to the garage and turn off the breaker of the range.
Now I have very good reason not to cook - the oven is broken, and the stove is off power.
This totally scared me. I feel like I have to stay home all day just to keep an eye on that crazy oven, and I really want to go for a walk. Maybe once my imagination quieted down, I'll think logically and will be able to leave the house.
What bummed me out the most is that I can't dye up some spinning top over the stove as I'd planned for the weekend.
The top coil is broken off from the burn.