NOW I have a disaster to report.


We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made the
sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought they'd
like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the sauce.
They were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire. Could I BE
any more embarrassed?


--Lia

"Julia Altshuler" > schrieb im Newsbeitrag
...
> NOW I have a disaster to report.
>
>
> We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made the sauce.
> I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought they'd like to see
> the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the sauce. They were the ones to
> notify me that my hair was on fire. Could I BE any more embarrassed?
>
Just tell the guests that you were named "Julia Suzette" ;-P

Cheers,

Michael Kuettner

Julia Altshuler wrote:
>
> NOW I have a disaster to report.
>
> We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made the
> sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought they'd
> like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the sauce.
> They were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire. Could I BE
> any more embarrassed?


LOL. Now that is embarrassing. In the future, you may want to ignite the
Gran Marnier in a large spoon and pour it over slowly to avoid that big
fireball. Gran Marnier has a wonderful rich aroma. It does not mix well
with burnt hair :-)


We did a flambeed dish for a friend one night. She warned us that it never
works when she is around. I assured her that it always works for me. It
didn't. Apparently she really is a flambe jinx.

Julia Altshuler wrote:
> NOW I have a disaster to report.
>
>
> We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made the
> sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought they'd
> like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the sauce. They
> were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire. Could I BE any
> more embarrassed?
>
>
> --Lia

Yuck. Burned hair smells the worst! Glad you're just embarrassed and not
a crispy critter.

Julia Altshuler wrote:
> NOW I have a disaster to report.
>
>
> We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made
> the sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought
> they'd like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the
> sauce. They were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire.
> Could I BE any more embarrassed?
>
>
> --Lia

Good lord - how much hair? Are you now bald?????

Dora

On Sat, 24 Nov 2007 12:43:44 -0500, Julia Altshuler
> wrote:

>NOW I have a disaster to report.
>
>
>We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made the
>sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought they'd
>like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the sauce.
>They were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire. Could I BE
>any more embarrassed?
>
>
>--Lia
How scary. One time DH had a gas grill blow up on him. If it wasn't so
scary it would have been funny. He was full face singed, beard,
eyebrows, eyelashes, and the hair around his face. Phew!!!!

koko
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George Bernard Shaw

limey wrote:
>
>> We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made
>> the sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought
>> they'd like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the
>> sauce. They were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire. Could
>> I BE any more embarrassed?

> Good lord - how much hair? Are you now bald?


Nah, nothing exciting like that. A few wispy hairs towards my forehead
got singed. I felt no heat and didn't notice. The fire never got
within an inch of my scalp. They pointed and said my hair was on fire.
I began slapping at the sides of my head to put it out. They said, no
the front. One ran to the sink for water and threw it at me. She used
her hands for a container so it was only the lightest sprinkling. By
that time, I'd slapped my head in front and had it out.


I realize now how dangerous it was, but at the time, it was just funny.
I realize now how stupid I was, but at the time, it was nothing. They
even apologized for getting me wet.


Later in the weekend, I was saying something about safety. I think we
were talking about driving or teenage drinking, and I said how I was the
one who lit my hair on fire and had no credibility. It was a funny
line, and they laughed.


--Lia

On Nov 25, 8:38 am, Julia Altshuler > wrote:
>

> Later in the weekend, I was saying something about safety. I think we
> were talking about driving or teenage drinking, and I said how I was the
> one who lit my hair on fire and had no credibility. It was a funny
> line, and they laughed.

Instead of having to show a driver license to buy beer, teens should
have to show an ID proving that they DO NOT have a driver license.
When I turned 16, I was mature enough to realize that driving was
incompatible with drinking lots of beer. I had to choose. The choice
was easy. I didn't get a driver license until age 22.
>
> --Lia

--Bryan