Abby Burns the House Down

I stuck a loaf of french bread in the oven to toast and sort of... y'know forgot about it for a few minutes and all the sudden there is this smell. That familiar smell of smoke. Then the haze....

So we bust open the oven and the bread is on fire. Actual flames. Not that that would phase the Family Bessman. No one authorized a panic, so none ensued. Emily just sort of wandered around opening windows, mom killed the heat and I tried to disable the smoke detector. Easier said than done- apparently when there is an actual fire it is pretty persistant. After a few minutes the bread stopped burning and my fazha fearlessly pulled it out of the oven.

Mom tried to eat some of the unburnt part. It was still soft and fresh, but tasted like smoke. Unfortunate. We ate dinner without it.

12 hours later the singed loaf is still sitting on top of the stove. Such is the craziness of life on 8th street. Nearly burning down the house is forgotten by the time the salad is dressed.

-PyroAbby