Howdy. I would have written another blog post earlier, but I was just almost burning Boyfriend's apartment down. You know, the usual Sunday night routine.
Last night we were going to make sweet potato fries for dinner, along with some yummy hamburgers, so we put a pot of oil on the stove to heat up. (I wanted to just roast them in the oven but no no no, he HAD to fry them in oil. Mistake.) We had both been watching the stove for about 20 minutes and the oil still wasn't hot, so we went into the living room for like 2 minutes, until I smelled smoke... we ran into the kitchen, covered the smoking pot, and Boyfriend tried to take it outside so the apartment wouldn't get too smoky... and as he's walking he spills a little bit of hot oil on his hand, causing him to scream and drop the smoking pot onto the carpet... which immediately burst into flames. We got the fire out quickly, but not before the apartment filled with smoke, a small section of carpet got completely scorched, and a thin layer of ash settled over the entire place. We spent like 2 hours trying to clean up all the ash and soot. Quite an adventure. At least everyone was ok (minus a small burn on Boyfriend's hand), and even the damage wasn't too bad. But still. Not fun.
I never even got my hamburger and fries for dinner.
And that's why you don't fry food.
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