Today was an eventful and sad day. Today I lost a dear friend in my kitchen...our gas stove.
Really I blame the McRib for this. If it wasn't for the McRib this probably never would have happened. I shake my fist at you McDonald's with all of your ridiculously brilliant advertising!!!! That was what we were supposed to have for dinner tonight. Then my husband (who I am not angry with for this) decided that he wanted to try a knock off recipe of McDonald's french fries to go with the homemade McRibs.
I am not a fan of frying. All that grease disagrees strongly with my digestive track, it makes the house smell gross, and it's scary the way the oil bubbles up so fast. I have fried a few things out of my love for my husband in the past five years, but I always proceed with the utmost caution. But fries my husband wanted so fries he decided to make.
I was sitting at the kitchen table when he started. I guess the oil had been too hot so prior to dropping in the first batch of fries he had turned the burner off and let the oil come back down to temperature. Thankfully, or else when he dropped those potatoes in and the oil boiled over they would have been met by an open flame. That would have been disastrous. As it was, the oil bubbled over...about half of the oil he had put in the pot. It filled the burner area with about a 1/4 inch of oil, soaked the elements, and unknown by us went down under the elements and soaked into the insulation that surrounded the oven to keep the heat in.
We must have spent the better part of a 1/2 hour cleaning up the oil with paper towels, and then with soap and water. Then my husband decided to turn on the burners to make sure they were working. They lit, but when he turned them off smoke started coming out from under the cook surface, where we couldn't see what was going on. Where there is smoke there is fire right???
So I did what everyone never wants to do, I called 911. After explaining to the operator what was going on I was informed that the fire department would be dispatched to my house. Now you need to understand that we live in a smallish town. We are located less then a mile from the fire department, the volunteer fire department, the EMS, and the police. Upon hanging up the phone I could here the siren at the fire department going off. I hung my head in shame. Less then two minutes later we had all types of emergency vehicles filling up our tiny street. My daughter counted four fire trucks but apparently there had been more at first.
The firemen decided that they were going to have to remove the top of my stove. I felt sick to my stomach. I literally walked out of the room...I couldn't watch. I had to fight with hhgregg for almost 3 months to get that oven to begin with. At least then I had the oven that came with the house to tide me over until the new one arrived. I haven't even had it for 6 months yet. We were just getting to know each other! Plus, I am cooking 80% of our holiday gifts this year which I was going to start knocking out this week. So much for all my upcoming blogs.

I understand though, they had to make sure it was safe. Which it wasn't. The oil had gone under the element and had soaked into the insulation. It was 500 degrees when they scanned it with this infrared thing and we hadn't had the burner on in more then 1/2 and hour. It would have been way worse if it had caught fire later on when we weren't watching and burnt my kitchen up. I know all of this and I am thankful that I had them there to make it safe again.
So now, I have a new hobby for the next week or two. I get to see if by some miracle we can get our oven repaired or replaced for free. If not I'll have some last minute Christmas shopping to do. But there will be no more stove top frying in this house ever again. That much I can promise you.