I began to preheat the oven to make some banana blueberry muffins on
Saturday. A moment later, smoke started rising out of the stove
eyes. I thought something had spilled on the eyes and was burning
off. The smoke got worse. I opened the oven. Surprise! Max had put
a plastic toy pan cover in the oven and it was on fire. I heroically
pulled it out with tongs and tossed it in the sink. Then I dumped
some water on the remaining flames on the oven floor.

Tara

On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:18:18 GMT, Tara > wrote:

>Then I dumped
>some water on the remaining flames

You are lucky that it didn't EXPLODE in your face. Never put water
on an oven fire. Salt or flour should be your first attempt. Keep
the oven door shut...it will extinguish itself.

In article 1>, dog30
@foodiecharter.net says...
> Tara >
> :
>
> > I began to preheat the oven to make some banana blueberry muffins on
> > Saturday. A moment later, smoke started rising out of the stove
> > eyes. I thought something had spilled on the eyes and was burning
> > off. The smoke got worse. I opened the oven. Surprise! Max had put
> > a plastic toy pan cover in the oven and it was on fire. I heroically
> > pulled it out with tongs and tossed it in the sink. Then I dumped
> > some water on the remaining flames on the oven floor.
>
> Well Tara, I did one last night. I was roasting a whole chicken. I had
> put the giblets in a sauce pan to simmer and I was going to add them to the
> gravy later on. Unfortunately I forgot to turn the stove on or cover the
> pan containg the giblets. Apparently the cats smelled the giblets and
> dragged them clear across the counter (I could see the blood trail) and
> onto the floor. I suppose either the cats or the dog ate the giblets
> because not a piece of organ meat was to be found. Interestingly enough,
> they left the neck piece lying on the countertop and just absconded with
> the liver, heart and gizzard. The little cannibals
>
> Michael
>
> Ob Dinner Tonight:
>
> I'll saute some shrimp, scampi style, and serve on angel hair pasta. On
> the side will be steamed asparagus and maybe some cauliflower. I'll make a
> small salad to munch on beforehand.

Ah cats. Angie (Evangeline but it's too many syllables.) seemed to be a
cat that didn't do human food. We found out quickly that she had to get
comfortable with us before showing her true side. And sure enough, it
comes out.

She's good about it though, she waits until you give her permission.
She's an amazing cat. I'm glad we adopted her.

Ward Abbott wrote:
> On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:18:18 GMT, Tara > wrote:
>
>> Then I dumped
>> some water on the remaining flames
>
> You are lucky that it didn't EXPLODE in your face. Never put water
> on an oven fire. Salt or flour should be your first attempt. Keep
> the oven door shut...it will extinguish itself.

Or baking soda. I keep a large open box of soda handy which I wouldn't use
for anything else. Fortunately I only had to use it once and it wasn't a
kitchen mistake. The bottom element of the (electric) oven was sparking.
The thought of an electrical fire freaked me out so I turned off the oven
and for good measure doused the offending element with baking soda. Called
the apartment office to report the problem and have the element (or the
stove itself) replaced. I don't recall what I had for dinner that night but
I definitely didn't use the oven until the electrician they sent over
assured me there wouldn't be a problem once the new element was in place.
Long story short I still keep a box of baking soda on hand, just in case
(even though the apartment complex supplies a fire extinguisher which they
check every three months).

Jill

Ward Abbott wrote:

> You are lucky that it didn't EXPLODE in your face. Never put
> water on an oven fire. Salt or flour should be your first attempt.

Flour? FLOUR?? You've never heard of fuel-air explosions
I take it....

S.

<Alan > wrote in message
...
> On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 00:18:18 GMT, Tara
> > wrote:
>
>>I began to preheat the oven to make some banana blueberry muffins on
>>Saturday. A moment later, smoke started rising out of the stove
>>eyes. I thought something had spilled on the eyes and was burning
>>off. The smoke got worse. I opened the oven. Surprise! Max had put
>>a plastic toy pan cover in the oven and it was on fire. I heroically
>>pulled it out with tongs and tossed it in the sink. Then I dumped
>>some water on the remaining flames on the oven floor.
>>
>>Tara
>
>
> When I was a kid, I managed to put one of Mom's wooden
> stirring spoons in the broiler at the bottom of the oven.
> And just left it there.
>
> No flames, but there was smoke......
>
> :-)
>
> Alan Moorman


As long as we're all 'fessin up: Do ***NOT*** reach into a jar of
pepperoncini if you have an open cut on your finger. Just don't.

On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:01:30 GMT, "Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan"
> rummaged among random neurons and opined:

>Well Tara, I did one last night. I was roasting a whole chicken. I had
>put the giblets in a sauce pan to simmer and I was going to add them to the
>gravy later on. Unfortunately I forgot to turn the stove on or cover the
>pan containg the giblets. Apparently the cats smelled the giblets and
>dragged them clear across the counter (I could see the blood trail) and
>onto the floor. I suppose either the cats or the dog ate the giblets
>because not a piece of organ meat was to be found. Interestingly enough,
>they left the neck piece lying on the countertop and just absconded with
>the liver, heart and gizzard. The little cannibals

Michael, I hate to confess, but this is one of the reasons why I hate
cats. Not cats in general, just don't want 'em in my house. You can
train a dog not to snag something off a counter, but you can't train a
cat. You also can't train a cat to keep off kitchen counters or any
other surface that you don't want germ-ified. I'm sure your cats are
sweet li'l critters, but I just hate cats in a house.

Terry Pulliam Burd

--
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as
old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the
waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."

-- Duncan Hines

To reply, replace "spaminator" with "cox"

"Terry Pulliam Burd" > wrote

> Michael, I hate to confess, but this is one of the reasons why I hate
> cats. Not cats in general, just don't want 'em in my house. You can
> train a dog not to snag something off a counter, but you can't train a
> cat.

Truth be told, I see a lot more stories about dogs stealing food ...
Michael's dog is famous for doing that, as I recall.

Haha, I just had a funny memory of my dog, Rascal. Back when
I was working, I'd taken a day off. Walked out to get the paper
and, I guess, she thought I'd gone to work. When I came back inside
I found she'd climbed up onto the the table (!!) and was drinking my
coffee! I can only assume that was her usual routine. This was not a
dog who needed coffee. Heh.

nancy

Tara wrote:
> I began to preheat the oven to make some banana blueberry muffins on
> Saturday. A moment later, smoke started rising out of the stove
> eyes. I thought something had spilled on the eyes and was burning
> off. The smoke got worse. I opened the oven. Surprise! Max had put
> a plastic toy pan cover in the oven and it was on fire. I heroically
> pulled it out with tongs and tossed it in the sink. Then I dumped
> some water on the remaining flames on the oven floor.
>
> Tara

Oh, my DH is forever leaving something in the oven, with it turned
off. I have learned to check before I turn it on, now.

I once forgot I had beets simmering on the stove. Ruined one of my
good Calphalon pans, I did. Sleep deprivation will do strange things
to you...

-L.

Terry Pulliam Burd > wrote in
:

> Michael, I hate to confess, but this is one of the reasons
> why I hate cats. Not cats in general, just don't want 'em
> in my house. You can train a dog not to snag something off
> a counter, but you can't train a cat. You also can't train
> a cat to keep off kitchen counters or any other surface
> that you don't want germ-ified. I'm sure your cats are
> sweet li'l critters, but I just hate cats in a house.

of course you can train cats to keep off the counter, or the
table or even the couch if you're so inclined.
i had 11 cats, all indoors, at one time. i do NOT allow cats
on counters or tables, ever.
it's ok if you hate cats, but you need to find another excuse


lee <who has an outside dog because he will not stop stealing
eggs off the counter>
--
Question with boldness even the existence of god; because if
there be
one, he must more approve the homage of reason than that of
blindfolded
fear. - Thomas Jefferson

> Tara wrote:
> I began to preheat the oven to make some banana blueberry muffins on
> Saturday. A moment later, smoke started rising out of the stove
> eyes. I thought something had spilled on the eyes and was burning
> off. The smoke got worse. I opened the oven. Surprise! Max had
> put a plastic toy pan cover in the oven and it was on fire. I
> heroically pulled it out with tongs and tossed it in the sink. Then
> I dumped some water on the remaining flames on the oven floor.
>
> Tara
>

I purchased a new micro wave oven that was a few hundred more watts than the
previous one. Well I didn't read the instructions and just set it like I did
the old one for doing popcorn. I put in a bag of microwave popcorn and had a
raging fire inside of a minute or two. To this day I can still smell the
burnt popcorn. It kind of kill my taste for the stuff ever since.

--

Joe Cilinceon

Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan wrote:
>
>
> Isn't that the truth. When I'm not in the room, all hell breaks loose. When
> I am in the room they are sweet and docile little souls, but everything has
> to be a huge debate with them. Same with the dog. Ramsey is the worst of
> them all. He actually sleeps on top of the curtain rods in the den. When
> one of us walks in he flys around like a bat and gets down. Ramsey can now
> open door knobs too, if he can get a good grip. He's been eyeballing the
> light on the alarm system lately... Gawd.


LIttle *******s. You have to love them. I have two dogs with
herding/guarding instincts bred into them. They are compelled to sleep so
that they are in the way. The top of the stairs is the perfect place to
sleep at night because it clocks the stairs and the hallway at the same
time. When trying to get dinner on the table the best place for one of them
is between the dishwasher and the kitchen table because that is on the
route from the stove and counters to the dining room table. One blocks that
one while the other one coves the doorway to the living room.

In article >,
Tara > wrote:

> I began to preheat the oven to make some banana blueberry muffins on
> Saturday. A moment later, smoke started rising out of the stove
> eyes. I thought something had spilled on the eyes and was burning
> off. The smoke got worse. I opened the oven. Surprise! Max had put
> a plastic toy pan cover in the oven and it was on fire. I heroically
> pulled it out with tongs and tossed it in the sink. Then I dumped
> some water on the remaining flames on the oven floor.

I'm glad you were able to stop it.

When we first got married, we visited a friend who had a huge garden out
in the country. We came home with some beautiful veggies including
these misleadingly pretty Hungarian red cherry peppers which we decided
to use in some chili. Neither of us had any experience with fresh hot
red peppers at that point and we both had burning eyes, noses, and
mouths for a couple of days. The "chili" was like liquid fire and
neither of us could eat it.

Emma

Michael "Dog3" Lonergan wrote:

>
> Isn't that the truth. When I'm not in the room, all hell breaks loose. When
> I am in the room they are sweet and docile little souls, but everything has
> to be a huge debate with them. Same with the dog. Ramsey is the worst of
> them all. He actually sleeps on top of the curtain rods in the den. When
> one of us walks in he flys around like a bat and gets down. Ramsey can now
> open door knobs too, if he can get a good grip. He's been eyeballing the
> light on the alarm system lately... Gawd.
>


We used to have a cat who would run down the hall toward the bedrooms
and leap up the wall to flick on the overhead light switch. She didn't
do it often, but we saw her do it 3 or 4 times.

She also would climb an aluminum extension ladder to see what my husband
was doing up on the roof and would lie in the rain gutter with her chin
hanging over to watch him paint the house. She died at age 23 and we
have never attempted to replace her because she was one of a kind.

gloria p

On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 05:34:33 GMT, "Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan"
> rummaged among random neurons and opined:

>I was never much of a cat person until we found Hoot. Then along came
>Ramsey. I wouldn't trade either in for anything in the world. They're
>rotten to the core sometimes and Hoot is downright vicious at times but
>they are the sweetest creatures. I love all my animals. My dog, Missy, is
>still a thief. She'll snatch stuff right off the grill outside. She
>always does it when no one is watching.

Oh, so you're saying I just haven't found the right cat? <g>

Actually, we don't have any pets right now and no plans to acquire
any. We finally got the last kid out the door. We don't even have
houseplants. The only things we want to take care of is each other :-)

OB: Had hors d'oeuvres at an open house tonight to celebrate the
opening of a new law firm's space - there is nothing quite as jarring
as biting into an hors d'oeuvre that you think is a mushroom and
finding out that it's a chicken liver. Yechhh!

Terry Pulliam Burd

--
"If you're going to be wrong, be wrong at the top of your lungs."
Lucy, "Peanuts"

Terry Pulliam Burd wrote:
> On Tue, 27 Feb 2007 01:01:30 GMT, "Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan"
> > rummaged among random neurons and opined:
>
> Michael, I hate to confess, but this is one of the reasons why I hate
> cats. Not cats in general, just don't want 'em in my house. You can
> train a dog not to snag something off a counter, but you can't train a
> cat. You also can't train a cat to keep off kitchen counters or any
> other surface that you don't want germ-ified. I'm sure your cats are
> sweet li'l critters, but I just hate cats in a house.
>
> Terry Pulliam Burd

My oldest brother's cats jump all over the counters in the kitchen, on the
dining room table, etc. And, like you, it makes me cringe. I must have
been blessed with the only cat who doesn't leap up on tables or counters.
The only counter I *ever* saw her jump up on was the one in my bathroom when
I had the water running. She likes to drink from a running faucet. I
solved that problem very simply by getting her a Drinkwell pet fountain

Jill

Puester wrote:

> >
>
> We used to have a cat who would run down the hall toward the bedrooms
> and leap up the wall to flick on the overhead light switch. She didn't
> do it often, but we saw her do it 3 or 4 times.
>
> She also would climb an aluminum extension ladder to see what my husband
> was doing up on the roof and would lie in the rain gutter with her chin
> hanging over to watch him paint the house. She died at age 23 and we
> have never attempted to replace her because she was one of a kind.


I had very large Black Lab who used to let himself out of the house. Our
new kitchen door came with a lever handle instead of a round knob, much
easier to open when you hands are full. It turned out to be much easier
for the dog to work too. I didn't mind him letting himself out but he
always left the door open and I was getting blamed for letting the flies
in.

The same dog learned how to turn on the light on an ceiling fan/light. He
seemed fascinated by me turning the light on by pulling the chain, so I
moved a chair over, got him up on the chair so he could reach the chain.
All I had to do was have the chair under the light and tell him "Get the
light" and he would hop up and pull the chain. The only problem was that he
pulled it much too hard so the chain would pop up and hit the fan blades,
not to mention almost hanging it out of the ceiling. I had to move the
chair away to protect the light.

In article >,
Dave Smith > wrote:

> I had very large Black Lab who used to let himself out of the house. Our
> new kitchen door came with a lever handle instead of a round knob, much
> easier to open when you hands are full. It turned out to be much easier
> for the dog to work too. I didn't mind him letting himself out but he
> always left the door open and I was getting blamed for letting the flies
> in.
>
> The same dog learned how to turn on the light on an ceiling fan/light. He
> seemed fascinated by me turning the light on by pulling the chain, so I
> moved a chair over, got him up on the chair so he could reach the chain.
> All I had to do was have the chair under the light and tell him "Get the
> light" and he would hop up and pull the chain. The only problem was that he
> pulled it much too hard so the chain would pop up and hit the fan blades,
> not to mention almost hanging it out of the ceiling. I had to move the
> chair away to protect the light.

LOL, that's just a delightful story, so much fun to visualize.

"Emma Thackery" > wrote in message
...
> In article >,
> Dave Smith > wrote:
>
>> I had very large Black Lab who used to let himself out of the house. Our
>> new kitchen door came with a lever handle instead of a round knob, much
>> easier to open when you hands are full. It turned out to be much easier
>> for the dog to work too. I didn't mind him letting himself out but he
>> always left the door open and I was getting blamed for letting the flies
>> in.
>>
>> The same dog learned how to turn on the light on an ceiling fan/light. He
>> seemed fascinated by me turning the light on by pulling the chain, so I
>> moved a chair over, got him up on the chair so he could reach the chain.
>> All I had to do was have the chair under the light and tell him "Get the
>> light" and he would hop up and pull the chain. The only problem was that
>> he
>> pulled it much too hard so the chain would pop up and hit the fan blades,
>> not to mention almost hanging it out of the ceiling. I had to move the
>> chair away to protect the light.
>
> LOL, that's just a delightful story, so much fun to visualize.


We had a lab cocker spaniel mix who learned to open lever doorknobs. They
are on all our inside doors and if a guest went into the bathroom I always
said, 'lock the door'