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K12beano said:
We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
AstonZagato said:
That reminds me of a scary event many, many years ago.
We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
This exact thing happened to my wife apart from my daughter was toddling and luckily wasn’t in the kitchen, it chills me every time I think about it.We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
Pintofbest said:
AstonZagato said:
That reminds me of a scary event many, many years ago.
We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
This exact thing happened to my wife apart from my daughter was toddling and luckily wasn’t in the kitchen, it chills me every time I think about it.We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
blueg33 said:
Pintofbest said:
AstonZagato said:
That reminds me of a scary event many, many years ago.
We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
This exact thing happened to my wife apart from my daughter was toddling and luckily wasn’t in the kitchen, it chills me every time I think about it.We'd bought our first house. Our first baby had just been born. We'd just installed a fabulous new kitchen (the installers were due to finish the grouting after the weekend). Life was good.
My wife decided to make a banoffee pie (one of my favourites) in her wonderful new kitchen. She put a can of condensed milk into a pan of boiling water (it was a way to make the toffee base). You need to boil the can for a long time.
She wandered out of the kitchen. She sat down to read for five minutes. Exhausted from the rigours of childcare, breastfeeding, etc., she fell fast asleep.
She was awoken by an explosion.
The pan had boiled dry. The can had become superheated. The contents had tried to expand but had nowhere to go. The can had exploded like a hand grenade. The round saucepan was now oval. The cast iron hob had shattered, the extractor fan was dented. Every wall, every surface was covered in scalding black treacle.
Thank god neither her nor the baby were in the room.
I got a tearful call at work. When I got home, I thought the place was a write off. But to prevent further meltdowns, I agreed to see if we could save it. After a loooooong weekend of non-stop scrubbing, the place was spotless and largely unharmed.
My wife has never made banoffee pie ever again.
I'm sorry, but that must have been hilarious to watch.Gassing Station | Photography & Video | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff