Ok so on Thanksgiving we were all congregated at my parents. Mom goes to carve the turkey and obviously she ended up cutting herself so I took the knife away from her. Yes, I took the knife. We should have let the one year old carve the turkey, less likely to get hurt.
Mom goes to take care of her cut finger and I start carving. A few minutes later I look up and ask my niece if it’s smokey in the house and at the the same time mom comes around the corner and says “is something burning” I turn around and see smoke coming from the oven. We open the door to flames. Small flames but flames. Apparently she took the yams out to put marshmallows on top and when she put them back in the pot holders stayed with the pan.
So at this point we are only slightly panicked, me being being me I tried blowing on the flames. Didn’t work. Mom says “hand me the tongs” so I frantically start looking for them. Yeeeeeah, they were in my hand.
Mom grabs them, grabs the flaming pot holder and tosses it in the sink with water.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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