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I definitely broke in the kitchen quickly. I was making a panini type sandwich for a potluck get together so I preheated the oven. The next thing I knew the fire alarm was going off. Let me tell you they did not skimp on a very loud fire alarm. Ahhhhhhhh
I opened the oven, which I know you're not supposed to do. In the moment, I think I needed to see what I was dealing with. There were definite flames. Ahhhhhhhh
So I called Mike while trying to google what to do. He was super calm the entire call while I freaked out (it probably helped that he couldn't see the smoke billowing out of the oven).
He said to throw baking soda on it. I did. It seemed to fizzle but came back.
I searched the apartment for a fire extinguisher (maybe I should have looked for one before this moment).
This is while I kept trying to silence the fire alarm (to no avail) and open windows to let out smoke.
Then Mike said just throw water on it. I have heard before this is bad. Maybe they are referring to grease fires. It worked. The fire went out and I sat in the corner waiting for the fire alarm to stop. (Note: this is false, I stood on a chair, frantically waving a towel at it, hoping the smoke would move away while my eyes burned. Also note: it didn't work.)
Finally the alarm stopped. Mike offered to leave work and come home, which I declined. I called Karen and debated not going to my get together. She encouraged me to go and my heart kept racing.
I was distracted the entire time I was with my friends, but I'm glad I still went. I had no idea what the damage was, just that a cutting board we stored in the bottom drawer caught on fire. The same items I had in the stove drawer at my old place. Needless to say I will never use that drawer ever again, anywhere...ever.
I got home and Mike had cleaned everything up (and thrown out everything that was in the drawer). I was so incredibly relieved. Words can't explain.
The oven was good as new and I'm currently afraid of it, which I guess is okay in the summer...
As I look now it seems I did everything you're not supposed to do with a kitchen fire. Maybe it worked because it was a cutting board (while it was happening I had no idea what it was). So I write this to encourage you to read a quick article on fire safety because it all happened so fast. My call with Mike was 15 minutes and he stayed on the phone a bit after the fire was out. It felt like an hour, my heart was racing. RACING!
And see if you have a fire extinguisher.
I definitely broke in the kitchen quickly. I was making a panini type sandwich for a potluck get together so I preheated the oven. The next thing I knew the fire alarm was going off. Let me tell you they did not skimp on a very loud fire alarm. Ahhhhhhhh
I opened the oven, which I know you're not supposed to do. In the moment, I think I needed to see what I was dealing with. There were definite flames. Ahhhhhhhh
So I called Mike while trying to google what to do. He was super calm the entire call while I freaked out (it probably helped that he couldn't see the smoke billowing out of the oven).
He said to throw baking soda on it. I did. It seemed to fizzle but came back.
I searched the apartment for a fire extinguisher (maybe I should have looked for one before this moment).
This is while I kept trying to silence the fire alarm (to no avail) and open windows to let out smoke.
Then Mike said just throw water on it. I have heard before this is bad. Maybe they are referring to grease fires. It worked. The fire went out and I sat in the corner waiting for the fire alarm to stop. (Note: this is false, I stood on a chair, frantically waving a towel at it, hoping the smoke would move away while my eyes burned. Also note: it didn't work.)
Finally the alarm stopped. Mike offered to leave work and come home, which I declined. I called Karen and debated not going to my get together. She encouraged me to go and my heart kept racing.
I was distracted the entire time I was with my friends, but I'm glad I still went. I had no idea what the damage was, just that a cutting board we stored in the bottom drawer caught on fire. The same items I had in the stove drawer at my old place. Needless to say I will never use that drawer ever again, anywhere...ever.
I got home and Mike had cleaned everything up (and thrown out everything that was in the drawer). I was so incredibly relieved. Words can't explain.
The oven was good as new and I'm currently afraid of it, which I guess is okay in the summer...
As I look now it seems I did everything you're not supposed to do with a kitchen fire. Maybe it worked because it was a cutting board (while it was happening I had no idea what it was). So I write this to encourage you to read a quick article on fire safety because it all happened so fast. My call with Mike was 15 minutes and he stayed on the phone a bit after the fire was out. It felt like an hour, my heart was racing. RACING!
And see if you have a fire extinguisher.
I'm glad it wasn't worse and that everybody is ok! I can only imagine how fast your heart was beating...so scary.
ReplyDeleteha, this sounds EXACTLY like something that would happen to me. Especially the frantic smoke wafting part - always seems to work for other people, what are we doing wrong??
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Haha, Charlotte. Completely agree!
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