So, I was cooking taco meat for fifty this evening and, in the process, set off the smoke detector. If I have on three burners or two burners and the oven, the smoke alarm goes off. This is not because I've burned anything yet, it just goes off in anticipation.
I turned on the hood vent and opened the window, which caused a steady stream of cold, foggy air to tumble over the windowsill, down the sink and on the floor. It looked like the fog that might roll across the stage at a rock concert. It was dark outside, and I half expected Ozzy Osbourne (you know, The Prince of Frozen Darkness) to stick his head in the window and say something like "Let me climb in your foggy, frozen window, there are a few frosty frozen moose out here." Of course, he never says what you think you hear him say, but in this case, it could have been the one time the muttering man made sense.
Anyway...back to the story...after a few minutes, the cooling rack that was in the sink was covered with a layer of frost and the little drip that was coming out of the filtered water faucet was frozen as it came out. I rinsed the taco meat and put my wet hand on the main faucet, and once again I was reminded that I should just wear oven mitts any time I'm in the kitchen with the window open and touching the faucet.
As I was standing in front of the stove and its three hot burners and the oven which was on and preheated and with the smoke alarm going off, I was pelted in the forehead with little balls of what can only be described as sleet coming from the vent. This is a very strange place. I'm just now realizing that if I were shorter, I would have missed this bit of Alasaka-ness. I would have just had to wonder how the refrigerator behind me got all wet.
