My Journal (?) Uh... Sorta...

Mama Don't Need To Know

Okay, this is not an update. This thing really happened to me just now and I need to get it off, so I'm posting this in all my works.

So I was making some soupy noodles in the kitchen. It was oats noodles, so it takes more time. I wanted to sprinkle some fried onions on it, for some reason. What can I say, I'm weird.

So while to noodles were cooking all good, I took this really small frying thing. It's small as a... Hm, five inches in diameter? And it has a long handle. The frying thing is like an aluminum bowl. We have to be really careful when we use that thing because it's so tiny and we use a stove, so if we aren't careful, the food might catch flame. No doubt we rarely, rarely use it.

So I chopped a very small portion of an onion - about one sixth - really fine. Like, really fine, but never mind that. Yeah, and then I put the frying thing on low flame, heating the tiny vessel before putting the onions.

I'd already put a little oil and just the tiniest pinch of salt. The thing was just sitting in the flame - literally, since it's so damn small - as I tried to gather the tiny pieces of chopped onion onto a tablespoon to fry.

Just as I finished gathering the chopped onion pieces into the spoon - man, it fit well and there was still space left! - something odd happened with the frying thing. I tried to hurriedly put the onions.

Suddenly, to my utter horror, the flames from outside went inside the frying thing and the thing was aflame. I wasn't sure what I was thinking, but I acted on instinct.

I grabbed the thing by its handle, the spoon of onions placed on the kitchen counter safely. The thing just went on burning. I realized that it wouldn't exhaust with me just standing like an idiot.

I started shaking the thing and - I swear that I'm not lying - some of the flame jumped out of the bowl-like part and fell onto the floor. It was there for a second, burning and I worried that the kitchen would burn down. The flame went out just like that, though.

Shaking the stuff wasn't an option. God knows next time the fire would land on me. Just them, I realized a few more things. One, I had to think rationally or else there was chance that everyone and everything in this house would be burnt. And being my psychotic self, I found this fact merely interesting.

I just put the dish under the tap and ran the water quickly. For a second, I was horrified because the flame had increased instead of extinguishing. But that was only for a second, because then the flame died with a hiss. That time, I surprised myself by my next thoughts and even laughed a little, unfazed by what had happened. It all happened within a minute, BTW.

She's in the bathroom. Mama don't need to know. What Mama don't know won't hurt her.