So nearly burning the house down is hard work.

And airing the place out afterward is even harder.

About a half hour ago, I was cooking dinner. I had some noodles cooking on the stove, and some fish broiling in the oven. The noodles finished cooking; I moved the pot to a back burner and covered it so the noods (heh heh, nudes) would stay warm while the fish finished. Bing! went the timer, signifying that now's the time on Sprockets when we flip the fish over and cook the other side. I brought the pan out, using towels as potholders, and put it down on the stove to commence with the flipping operation. Almost immediately I saw orange flames on the left side of the pan. And I freaked out for a sec - what the hell's going on? What the shit is burning?!?! I pulled the towel from under the pan and threw it onto the still open oven door. The fire smothered itself, but the towel kept smoking.

I looked at the stove, and I had never turned off the burner that the noods were on - it was bright as fuck red.

I am such a damn re-re sometimes. But at least I can cook pretty good.