One time I flooded my kitchen….. with popcorn. I was probably around seven, and I was home alone, my family was in Solvang. I was allowed to stay home as long as I had Belle, our big black german shepherd, with me at all times.
Suddenly I had an odd craving for popcorn. Mmmm Popcorn, I thought. I got up and walked into the kitchen. I pulled out a big pot, probably a foot tall and a foot wide. I sized up the pot. That seems big enough I thought. I pulled out a bag of kernels and emptied the whole thing into the pot. My little seven year old mind seemed to think that was the perfect amount. I turned up the heat and poured some oil onto the kernels.
Hmm… I thought where’s Belle? I got up and walked down the hall. I finally found her hiding in the back of the house and brought her back. As I walked into the kitchen I saw that the popcorn had spilled over the sides of the pot, onto the floor, in a pile about a foot high.
I automatically thought aw crap, my family’s going to be home in fifteen minutes! I grabbed a towel from the closet and swept all the popcorn onto it. I ran the towel outside and emptied it into a bush. I came back in and emptied the rest of the popcorn into the sink and washed it down the drain. I was scraping the burnt remains of the popcorn off the stove with a spatula, when my family walked through the doors.
I threw the spatula under the table and greeted them with a large grin on my face, hands behind my back, throwing off so much Oh don’t worry, I’m innocent aura I swear….. but, nothing ever happened.
Remember, it’s all in the face.
