Breadstick Flambe

          Adam had his tonsils taken out the other day. He was a little confused about what exactly was going to be done so he told people that he was having his nostrils out. Not the case, but it was cute. As of this moment he still has his nostrils but alas, no tonsils.

            I was on the phone with the ambulatory clinic that took care of him after his surgery the other day. I heard the microwave beeping away and I saw that he had put a little something in there for himself. I thought nothing of it, for some reason, and continued to answer questions about how Adam was feeling and how his pain management was going. Just as this phone call ended I hear “Mom! Mom!” and that is usually a bad sign. I bolted to the kitchen to find Adam at the microwave and smoke billowing from it. He had put a breadstick in to warm up and he had microwaved it entirely too long. The remaining time on it said 55 seconds so I can only imagine how long it took to turn that breadstick black and set it to smoking. I tossed it into the sink and turned the water on to try to drown it while explaining that a breadstick could probably be warmed up for twenty seconds and that he should give it another shot.

            I learned that burnt breadstick smells remarkably like burnt popcorn. I have also learned that my boys need a little practice microwaving things but I do appreciate the effort.