Last week I put a pot on our electric stove to boil. Apparently there was something on the burner, because once it got hot, I saw the flicker of flames underneath the pot.
“Oh, fire!” I said. The kids looked up. After a full day of being “booooo-red,” finally something interesting.
As I reached up into the spice cabinet next to the stove, my husband reached over to the pot and pulled it off the burner.
Phfooomp! Up reached the flames, energized by the new oxygen. They licked up to the range hood, threatening the cabinets above.
(You’d think he would’ve known better, having studied SCIENCE most of his life; he has a Ph.D. in nuclear engineering).
I pulled out my trusty salt and dumped it onto the flames until they extinguished. Unfortunately, I used my good kosher salt, because it was handier than my table salt.
“Oh, my good salt!” I had said to myself.
“Oh, my good HOUSE!” I said back, and began to pour.
Anyway, that’s a little trick that DEFINITELY worked for me this week. Thanks, Mom, for always telling me to keep the container of salt near the stove.