…and it scarred me for life. We all have that one childhood moment that stays with us. The one moment that we try as adults to avoid out of fear. My moment was Christmas day 1988. I was 8 years old and in 3rd grade. For Christmas that year the big item I got was my Nintendo. I was happily playing Mario Bros on the TV in the living room showing off my new “toy” to everyone. Remember when getting a game system was a huge deal? My mom was in the kitchen cooking gumbo, potato salad, and lots of desserts. To give you an idea of the set up of the house, this was in the first house my mom built, and there was a wall that divided the kitchen/dining area and the living room. It wasn’t an open concept type so you couldn’t see what was going on in the kitchen. When you entered the dining area from the living room the kitchen was to the far left. The kitchen and dining area was like one long room, except you could only see the dining area from the living room.
The only thing I remember hearing was the sound of glass hitting the floor. It was loud. Everyone jumped up to see what had happened. What we found was my mom standing by the stove, visibly shaken, hot brownies on the floor right in front of her, and glass everywhere. So what happened? When she took the brownies out of the oven she accidentally set the glass pan on a hot burner. When she realized what happened she immediately picked them back up to move them. I guess the pan got too hot at that point because that is when the entire glass pan of brownies exploded. Glass went everywhere. When I say everywhere, I’m talking glass in all the food, on everything, and all the way across the dining room. Everywhere. All the food had to be thrown out and the hot brownies on the floor literally burnt the linoleum floor. No lie, the linoleum had to be replaced after that. We have a picture somewhere of the floor and if we ever find it I will post it. My mom was very fortunate that no glass went in her eyes.
So how did this scar me? That moment haunts me in the kitchen. Every single time I take a glass pan out of the oven I brace myself for the possibility of the pan exploding in my hands. I stretch my arm out as far as I can with my head back while holding the pan before I can put it down. If the pan has been in the oven for more than 30 min, I will set the pan down and back away quickly, and won’t get close to it until I realize it will not explode. Paranoid much? I realize that happening is probably a rare possibility, but I do know it CAN happen!
Crazy huh?! That will certainly make you think twice before pulling that glass pan out of the oven! LOL Yeah we laugh about it now and my mom jokes that she scarred me for life when she blew up the brownies! 🙂