Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Cooking skills

I nearly killed myself the first time I made breakfast in my first area. Besides being the first time for me to cook in a foreign country, it was also the first time that I'd ever used a gas stove -- and it didn't have an igniter. We had to use matches to light it. I turned on the gas, got out the matches, and after a couple of tries (while the room was filling with gas), I finally got a match to light.


A huge explosion rocked the apartment! Things fell out of the cupboards and off the counter! The other elders ran into the kitchen to see me standing dazed and singed with a burnt out match between my fingers!

I was supposed to make pancakes that day. Frankly, I don't remember what happened next. I think my companion sent me to lie down and he made breakfast instead.

And, yes, next time it was my turn to cook what was on the menu? That's right. Cold cereal!

1 comment:

  1. Nice story. I was fortunate in that my trainer stood over my shoulder the first time I tried to light a gas stovetop.

    (Good gag, too.)