Thought I would share a letter I wrote this morning.
Hi AR,
I hope your
Thanksgiving went well. You would have acquired a few grey hairs at ours—I’m
sure I did. Thank goodness Cindy and Mindy were here. Wendy decided to toast her pecans in the
toaster oven for a casserole she was working on. The kitchen was stuffed with
people making mashed potatoes, gravy and salads.
Wendy checked on her pecans and discovered they were on fire. She opened the
little glass door, grabbed the hot metal tray and threw it on the floor.
Flaming nuts went in all directions.
Mindy began stomping them out with her
shoes. I grabbed my good (for company only) hand towel and whapped the rest of
the flames out while twenty-something people laughed and talked on the back
deck—oblivious. The wood
floor is OK and Wendy insists her three
fingers are not too badly burned. She put
honey on them—great cure!
Wendy said that the
first thing she thought of when she saw fire was
that the cabinets would catch and then
everything would go.
Flinging
flaming nuts on the floor is probably one of those instinctive impulses that
are exacerbated by too much holiday fun in a crowded kitchen.
Art’s new
toaster-toy will probably make it’s shameful way to the dump—unless we learn
how to use it safely. I wonder what we did with the directions?
It’s another
beautiful day, hope you enjoy it.
We woke up
this morning to a sink full of ants. We were too exhausted last night to finish
the dishes and clean up. We had a lot of help but still left a mess in the
sink.
Hugs from a
harried grandmother,
Joyce
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