Friends over for lunch on Saturday; five little boys in the pool, two Dads shootin' the breeze on the patio, one mama off on a trip, the other mama smoking up the kitchen. SMOKIN' UP THE KITCHEN! Thick smoke pouring from the cracks around the door of the toaster oven. This is what happens when you cook lots of hotdogs in a toaster oven, because you've been meaning to get a Weber Go Anywhere grill all summer, but you haven't yet, so, that leaves the toaster oven. You fill your house with smoke, and hope to high heaven that all the people in your backyard stay in your backyard all kicked-back, relaxed, and comfortable in their assumption that you can be trusted with hotdogs and toaster ovens. It helps to have every fan in the house on and the front door wide open, too.
Miracle of miracles, the smoke alarm remained silent, and our lunch, ready to be eaten on the patio, was great. Whew!
But, it would have been pretty funny if that alarm had started that hideous screeching...
