It has become known as
The Great Caramel Incident
I had been making caramel tarts very successfully for over 20 years and had never had anything unusual happen. Well, I guess there's a first time for everything isn't there!
So I ducked up to the shop and grabbed a couple of tins of condensed milk and a couple of sweet tart bases with which to amaze BM upon his awaking.
I put the tins into a large stock pot, and set it to boil. While this was happening, I settled onto the couch with a good book. Now, I love to read. I'm one of those people, that can pick up a book and be completely transported into those pages. The world as we know it can cease to exist for me. Plus, I hate it when people interrupt me when I'm reading. I mean, really? Why are you trying to have a conversation with me - can't you see I'm reading???
At this point, I reckon you're probably saying to yourself - Ah! I know where she's going with this... she was absorbed in her book, forgot about the caramel and the pot boiled dry. WRONG!
At this point in my life, I was very active in my local church, and was on the roster to deliver Meals on Wheels every couple of months. I was supposed to deliver them this particular day, but it had completely slipped my mind.
I sat down on the couch and picked up my book - after having been so rudely interrupted - and didn't even get through a paragraph, when all of the sudden there was an almighty BANG!! and a crashing sound... I waited, and listened, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. I slowly stood up and very carefully began to make my way to the kitchen, when another almighty BANG sounded and more crashing...
It was about this time that I remembered the caramel, cooking on the stove. Mentally cursed myself, and ventured into the kitchen to find it was no longer cooking on the stove, as I''m sure you've figured out, the pot had boiled dry and both tins EXPLODED in my kitchen spraying the entire room with caramel!
When I say ENTIRE room I do mean ENTIRE...
It was all over everything, every wall, every door, every cupboard, every window, the floor and the ceiling. The fridge was covered in it. I couldn't have don't a better job if I had of gone in with a 4lt tin of the stuff and used a paint brush!
The force of the explosions was so great that all the cupboard doors popped open, and upon looking inside them I found that the contents of the cupboards were also covered in caramel - including inside the sugar bowl!! How...??
When I saw it, I just stood there for a minute, put out the small fire on the stove, and just looked at it all with mouth agape. Then I just walked out and shut the door behind me... and laughed.
What I hadn't noticed was my tiny black 3 month old puppy Dozer, sneak into the kitchen when I opened the door. Well when I went back in to begin the cleanup, it was to find that Dozer had already made a start. The floor was clean as a whistle, as was every single surface around that kitchen to a height of about 15inches!
That poor bloody dog has been on a permanent sugar rush ever since and I was promptly banned from ever making another caramel tart.
A girl makes one mistake, one mistake and they act like it's the end of the world!