This morning I accidentally burnt the almonds while preparing breakfast. I was out of the kitchen and I smelled the crisp almonds and didn't think anything of it.
Back in the kitchen I saw smoke coming from the pan. I opened the back door and took the pan outside.
The fire alarm started pulsing shrieks. I was surprised it still worked. I figured it would stop as the smoke cleared and I put together my breakfast.
Then I heard the loud family behind me yelling fire. One voice screamed several times the fire alarm is going. The alarm stopped and I closed the door.
I then went to my bedroom chair to eat breakfast and read the paper. Life is good, even the burnt almonds.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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Thanks, Kathy, for the laugh. I remember the loud family and your almonds toasting in the mornings... I toast almonds sometimes too now to add to my oatmeal.
Nicole
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