Singed Knuckles
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As I type this, there is an Asian man here to fix our gas stove. You might wonder how we knew we needed his services. First I should mention that neither Jeff or myself have ever owned or cooked on a gas stove - problem 1. Problem 2, no directions for this appliance were found anywhere in this house. Though I suspect if we had found them with the others or any where else we probably wouldn't have understood them anyway. The English does not translate well here!
So a few evenings ago we decided we would make dinner at home - things here get expensive quick contrary to what you might think about "China" being cheap. We're actually in what would be considered the New York of Asia so it's very expensive most of the time. With that established, we were staying in and after a few grocery trips we had what we needed to make a simple spaghetti. I was trying to light the stove and was able to get a small flame to stay lit but I was only using the small burner (I was too afraid to try the big one!). When Jeff came in the kitchen, he decided to try the larger burner himself apparently. My back was turned at the time but as I turned back around I hear this "Whoosh!" and see a fireball and Jeff hitting floor so fast! After making sure he was ok, I could not control my laughter! To make it even funnier, he had singed the hairs off of his knuckles! I mean in the full scheme of things, I was so thankful he wasn't burned and quite honestly if you would have seen this fireball you would have been surprised that this was all that happened! Better that than his eyebrows! LOL
We shared a sense of relief and a laugh over this one and of course, it was the topic of the evening. At times I couldn't even talk from laughing so hard when I would just think about it! I swear we feel like we're 12 and learning to do domestic chores for the first time. By the way, we were able to get the smaller burner to do the job and did eat a pretty good spaghetti dinner after all.
The "Gas Guy" has finally finished up an hour and a half later. Maybe it was the stove and not us! :-) He tries to tell me what he did or what I need to do or something, but I just watch how he makes it work correctly and nod. "All done," I say (like I say to Ethan - because I feel like a child) and sign his sheet.
Stay tuned to see if we burn this house down and give in and just go out!
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