Cooking is love made edible. Sometimes...

The other day I was cooking, and if you know me at all then you know that I am a terrible cook. It might come as a surprise to you but I actually cook quite frequently since I moved in with my boyfriend Alex. Seeing as how I haven't killed either of us yet, it seems to be going pretty well. One thing I discovered is that I am an awesome baker! So far I've made just the basics, cookies, brownies, and a cake for Alex's birthday with homemade icing and everything.

When you live in an apartment, you have to use whatever stove comes with it. In my case, it's one of those old electric stoves with the coils on the stove-top. My parents have one of those fancy glass-flat-topped stoves and those babies are awesome, let me tell you. But it's something that I never appreciated until my water was sloshing out of my pan and into the burner because the coils are all bent and lop-sided.

Here I am, cooking macaroni and cheese like I've done 1,000 times when all of the sudden smoke just starts coming out of the burner!! I turned the fan on above the stove but wouldn't you know it, the damn thing sucks. And not in a good way because the apartment was just filling with smoke. Something that's different about my Florida apartment versus my previous Kansas apartments is that my Florida apartment has sprinklers in the ceilings.

I'm frantically running around, opening the front door, the back door, and getting the fan out of my bedroom to blow the smoke outside. Meanwhile, my boyfriend is just standing in the dining room staring at me. Then, the smoke alarm starts to go off. Since it's right above the table in the dining room, I figured that Alex would reach up and hit the button to turn it off. Boy was I wrong! He froze. He just froze, and didn't know what to do. A 23 year old Army veteran, been deployed twice, standing there staring at the damn fire alarm like it was a fricken unicorn or something.

In my mind all I'm thinking is "please don't let the sprinklers activate" while jumping up on a chair and hitting the button for the fire alarm to stop beeping before all of my possessions get soaked for no reason.

When the smoke finally clears, I then decided to walk through step-by-step what to do the next time the fire alarm goes off. Hopefully Alex will have a quicker reaction next time, instead of freezing like a statue. During all of the commotion and madness, my dog Dean didn't even open his eyes. What a lazy dog