Well, not the actual kitchen. Just something IN the kitchen.
This tends to be a hobby of mine. Not like one of those "Oooh goodie, I think I'll take up knitting" kind of hobbies. But more like an "at least we don't have to test our smoke detectors this month" kind.
(And who really tests their smoke detectors monthly? Recently all the batteries needed changing in ours - which we found out when they all started going insane at 2 AM one night. But other than that night, or when I'm lighting something on fire, I generally just forget they're there.)
I first started noticing my pyro-kitchen talents right after I got married. Our first apartment was so crappy we didn't even have an oven. We just had a toaster oven. And I'm convinced that toaster ovens have a natural ability to start fires easily. Therefore, it was hardly my fault.
Once I started a fire with one of those automatic bread machine thingies.
There have been many incidences with the toaster. But haven't we all set a fire with a toaster before? Come on, be honest.
And you can't tell me that it isn't SUPER common to pull a smoldering bag of popcorn out of the microwave at least once a year. Also, air-poppy-popcorn-maker-things can produce an impressive display of smoke when provoked.
I lit a pizza on fire once. Actually, I think it was just smoking. And it wasn't even burnt. It was just smoking....go figure.
Today it was potatoes in one of those little infrawave countertop ovens. Which is basically just a glorified toaster oven, and once again, NOT MY FAULT. (Unless you consider that I was the one that set the timer and ended up with charcoal potatoes instead of lunch.)
But in all of my kitchen fire cases I have never caused any real damage. Mostly they're just big shows of blackened food and plumes of smoke. Every once in awhile I see actual flames, but they're usually tiny and die before I can even freak out or anything.
Also, I'm pretty sure it's something genetic.
Once when my mom was young she set a high chair tray on fire with a stovetop. It was so bad she had to beat down the flames with a baby blanket.
And when I was in high school, my older sister was baking some cinnamon rolls and I walked into the kitchen to find flames lining the element on the bottom of our oven. I had to run out of the house like a lunatic, screaming, "The kitchen's on fire!!!" because my mom was shoveling snow off the driveway. All my sister did was stand there and laugh at me like I was a dork, when it was HER fault there was a fire in the first place.
So if you think about it, even when I'm not using a toaster oven, it's not really my fault at all. Although I should probably invest in a fire extinguisher. Or just keep a couple of these around, you know, just in case:
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