Yesterday’s little kitchen adventure had more consequences than I imagined.
A bit later the bundle of the tea towel and oven glove started smouldering again and when I opened it the flames were right back. Sheeeet!
And cleaning the hob took a heck of an effort. Burnt on plastic seems rather more sticky that the odd bit of food or boiled over liquid. After calling mum I attacked it with a blade, actually scraping it away, there doesn’t seem to be any lasting scratches on the hob, so I may have got away with it. At one point I was thinking an insurance claim might be in order, and I could get a hob that wasn’t dangerously set up.
All this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for my Saturday morning, but it seems I’m back clean and safe.
Bit of a scare though.
Going up the road in search of coffee that someone will make for me and a decent bacon sandwich.