burning bracelets.

I love when I am randomly drawn back into the blogging world that I want to frequent, but only sometimes visit.  As I was hammering out my master chef cooking skills in the kitchen this evening, something happened that made me want to do more than just post a picture of it on the facebook or the twitter.  (I even bypassed Instagram to share this here.)  Now before I jump in and say exactly what happened, I feel maybe I should cross-reference this post onto a food blogging site as well.  It’s not just anyone who can create grilled cheese with a side of ramen noodles like this kid.  (chef note: I didn’t let becoming a vegetarian long ago shatter my ramen dreams; I use garlic salt instead of the chicken/shrimp/beef seasoning that comes with it.)  As I was flipping the grilled cheese with my right hand, I was holding my left hand close to the pan of water that was waiting to boil.  Ew, I thought… why do I smell burnt hair??  No worries… there were no hairs aflame, but just a small fire coming from the ends of my friendship bracelets.  I might’ve screamed a wee bit (which would explain why Charlie came running to the kitchen) and I threw the spoon I was holding to flap my arm like a wounded bird and save my bracelets.  All was well before I had the chance to stop, drop and roll, and I didn’t even burn my grilled cheese amidst the near disaster.  And that’s all there is to this story. 

ps- please don’t judge my love for the ramen noodles…
                                                                  I can’t help that I am classy.