A bunch of us had gathered at Sandy’s house. She was a cook, aspiring to be a professional. When she invited us for a meal, it was good. Always a good feeding and delicious. We were her test subjects, never knowing what great idea she’d come up with. Whatever, we were happy to eat it.
On this day, Sandy was dressed — as always — in a loose Indian blouse and long skirt. The blouse had angel-wing sleeves. Very pretty, if slightly inappropriate for working in the kitchen. All of us had been smoking a little hashish. Hashish was ubiquitous, available everywhere. The appetizer for dinner to come.
“Hey,” I said. “Sandy! You are on fire.” Sure enough, the wings of her blouse had passed smoldering — I’d missed that — and were in flames.
“Oh,” said Sandy, flustered.
All the friends stood there, staring at the pretty fire. Dummies, I thought. “Hey,” I yelled, “Don’t just stand there. DO something.”
Then, I put out the fire. Cotton doesn’t flame up quickly and if one is attentive, it’s easy to douse. Sandy thanked me profusely for a perfectly normal thing I’d have done for anyone. What was puzzling was how come the rest of the gang had stood there with their mouths open, apparently at a loss to know what to do. “Not good in a crisis,” I surmised.
“No one else tried to put out the fire,” Sandy pointed out.
“Not a big deal,” I said. And it wasn’t. I don’t know why I was the only one who realized that “Sandy is on fire” should be followed by putting out the fire.
Sandy stopped wearing loose clothing in the kitchen and stopped inviting those particular friends for dinner. Shortly thereafter, following a misunderstanding with the local constabulary about growing certain plants on her balcony, she moved to San Francisco and opened a chain of take-out restaurants.
I visited her there. She’s doing fine and no longer feels obliged to grow her own on the balcony. In any case, it’s legal.
Author’s Note: Today’s Daily Prompt: Daring Do, is another rerun. My original is still posted. This version has been lightly edited. I also changed the picture. I do have to thank WordPress for this unexpected opportunity to get another run out of an archived post.
Categories: #Food, Anecdote, Daily Prompt, Humor
Fire is a tricky thing, to be sure. Happy New Year!
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She was my role model for 2 things: what NOT to wear in the kitchen … and actually measuring when cooking so you can faithfully reproduce results. That, she assured me, is the difference between professionals and amateurs. Measurements. And of course, not setting yourself on fire in the process.
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I sorta don’t do much measuring except for baking, where good results depend on being more accurate; have learned my lessons about fire; I’m very careful now!
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Sandy was the person who explained when you cook professionally, people expect today’s lasagna or pasta sauce to taste exactly the same as it did the last time they ordered it. Even changing the brand of tomato paste … people will notice. I was never much for measuring except for baking, but now I at least keep an ingredients and spice list. I’m not a pro and don’t aspire to be, but I got tired of never being able to make the same dish twice . Now I know what spices, which veggies, and how much liquid to use. I don’t have to reinvent the wheel each time I take the buggy out for a drive.
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You have a buggy??? (LOL)
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Well, we have bugs. So we ARE buggy. Isn’t that the same?
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I had a vision of you hooking up a couple of dappled ponies to an Amish looking buggy and rolling down a country road. No? My imagination runs far away from any reality most of the time.
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We have neighbors who breed Percherons and they have several buggies. Simple ones like buckboards in western movies and some very fancy ones that you can rent for wedding, including the owner as driver, appropriately dressed in top hat and tails. And of course, 4 GIGANTIC white dappled Percherons. Each horse is the size of moving van!
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I’m going to have to google to see a pic of those horses. OMG they are HUGE! Hub’s a rider but he’s never heard of them either. Yes, I do see you in a buggy lol!
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They use Percherons in circus acts … good gaits, nice broad backs. They also are often taught some extremely fancy dressage.
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I’ve been reading about ways of training horses that involve a lot of pain, like soring. I hope that’s not what those horses have to endure!
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I hope not too. I think that there have been changes in the way horses — especially these guys — are trained. They got “outed” a few years ago and there was quite an outcry, so I believe it caused changes. I hope so. Around here, they just hang out in pastures begging for carrots from passing neighbors. Other than occasionally pulling a cart, their best trick is looking cute, which isn’t easy when you weigh more than 1000 pounds.
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I hope so! Looking cute at half a ton is a special talent, I agree!
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The post itself was funny enough, but Garry and Marilyn – your last two comments are absolutely hilarious!
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Actually, that would be your FIRST two comments – I looked at the comments listing backwards.
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I post them backwards so the most recent is on top. It is easier for me to find which ones I haven’t read or answered.
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Yeah, I realized that – after I commented. Each blog is different in that regard – I need to pay a little more attention!
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What’s scarily funny is that someone would be tweeting about it, someone would be posting pictures to Facebook, while a third somebody would be making a cell phone video to post on YouTube … then MAYBE someone would call 911 … or better yet, put out the fire.
The other night, on I forget which TV show — maybe NCIS — a couple of kids find a corpse. So the guy says to his girlfriend “Get off Facebook and call 911.” She says, “You mean, like, call — really?”
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I was once at a wake, when I heard someone say that it was not permissible to photograph the corpse. The word Facebook was also mentioned. Is that sad, or what? At the very least, it’s extremely disrespectful to the deceased and his/her family.
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Garry was in church Christmas Eve and the family next to him were taking selfies of each other. During the service. It really IS sad. And more than a little weird.
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:-)/
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I think the hashish appetizer might have had something to do with the lack of action on the parts of the other dinner guests. Fortunately you were there to save the day.
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I had the same appetizer. I think response to emergencies is hard-wired. Some people spring into action — pretty much reflexively — while others freeze, mentally and physically. I’m generally pretty cool-headed in a crisis, but I know a lot of people who become pillars of salt, apparently paralyzed. I don’t think anyone was all that stoned, but I do think they really were not “wired for action.”
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Well, for Sandy’s sake, she’s lucky that you were wired for action.
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Yes, I guess so, though I’d like to think she’d have noticed she was on fire and stuck her arms under the faucet. I mean, the water was just inches away.
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This is hilarious — it should be a vignette in a Woody Allen film. Or your film.
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It was pretty funny at the time, too, except maybe to Sandy.
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Were her restaurants a success?
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Yes, very much so. And that’s no small accomplishment in the San Francisco area where there are SO many great restaurants.
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Might smoking a little too much hashish have something to do with the lack of speed on dousing the flames? Anyone would do it, but you’re the only one who did…
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I think they were all a bit lame in the “what to do in an emergency” department. Fire is usually a very energizing thing, you know? Flames? Smoke? I think most normal people (stoned or otherwise) would automatically PUT OUT THE FIRE. They were just a bunch of dunderheads.
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I was thinking of some people I once knew who would do little more than giggle and point if anything happened when they were stoned, but I agree with you that they must have been “a bunch of dunderheads”.
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Being stoned and being stupid are two different things. Usually. Unless those stupid people are also stoned. Then you have tree stumps who resemble people. Not good in an emergency.
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Or in WordPress. In a year it would have made a great prompt “Tell us about then time when your friend caught on fire – with photos if possible”. If they keep repeating this prompts I will really have to start doing things to have something to write about.
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They have my original response still posted, so I didn’t really have to do anything, but just to be annoying, I posted it again, slightly changed, so now there are two posts by me and both are the same story. If they run it a third time, well, I’ll just have to run it again.
If ONLY I had had a camera with me. I could have done pictures of me and my friend while she burned. Sell the whole thing to the local news. Make a few bucks!!
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Can you imagine the incident today with everyone snapping cell phone pixs and selfies w/ Sandy BEFORE aiding her?
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It would have been up on Facebook while she was merrily frying.
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