So You Think I Can't Ruin...Spaghetti

The worst thing about this story is I wasn't even cooking the spaghetti - some fool just left me alone with it for two minutes.

The spaghetti had just hit the saucepan and was sticking straight up, with half of it out of the water, as is its way. I was left in charge of it and told to wait until it was a bit softer, and simply push it down under the surface of the water. That's it.

Of course, I prodded it a bit, got bored and just assumed that meant I should come back in twently minutes and check on it again then. It would take that long to soften...right?

So I wandered off and watched TV, while the steaming water softened all the spaghetti up to the top of the pan, at which point it folded over; the top half of the spaghetti now resting in the flames of the gas stove. Being oily, the spaghetti immediately exploded into flames, which ripped up the spaghetti, and down into the oil on the surface of the boiling water, which also caught fire.

It was at this point that the real cook wandered back in, to find me on the couch, and the kitchen on fire. Two minutes after she'd left.

We had rice for dinner.