My friend Rebecca was in town the other night and so a few of us went out to eat at one of our favorite restaurants, Life Café. We ate outside and drank and laughed and caught up about life. It was fun.
We all went back to my apartment. Rebecca asked Bekah if she would give her a haircut. Of course Bekah would, she loves cutting hair and we are all so very grateful cause she’s so so good at it!
Since I’m not a hair dresser I thought it would be fun to put an apple strudel in the oven to cook while Bekah and Rebecca did the hair thing. When I say “put an apple strudel in the oven” that is all I mean. It was frozen. All we did was pre-heat the oven, put it on a cookie sheet, and bake it for the appropriate time. Easy.
The apple situation was in the oven for about 10 minute when it started creating smoke, a lot of smoke. We decided to open the two windows in my apartment to let the smoke out and maybe cool the place down since we turned the oven to 450 degrees when it already felt like 200 degrees naturally.
The smoke increased and our fire alarm went off. We opened my front door. The alarm in the hallway of my apartment went off. We took the apple treat out of the oven and rearranged it so the syrupy stuff in the apple strudel would quit dripping and making so much noise from the hallway and living room alarms.
We got the fire alarms to quiet down and finished cooking our dessert. The hair cut was done. We had a lot less smoke in the apartment and were ready to enjoy the dessert.
We hear a really loud knock on our door. The three of us just start laughing; it’s a natural defense mechanism. Laughter doesn’t get enough credit. It’s such a great thing. I answered the door to find four big firefighters, the one facing me was holding an ax, yes, an ax.....without any az cover.
“Have you been cooking?” said the firefighter with ax.
Unfortunately we had been “cooking” (if that’s what you call putting a frozen dessert in the oven) I had to answer “yes”. “It smells like Chinese food” one of the men without an ax but with a tank of oxygen stated. “That must have been from the people who lived here before us cause we obviously don’t know how to cook” Bekah said. The firemen, in all there gear and more sweat then I would like to remember, just smiled and gave a little chuckle.
“Do you want some apple dessert guys. We are really, really sorry about making you come out here.” I said, while I was still kind of laughing.
“Just wait for your bill from the Mayor”. The one with the ax said. I would have said that too, it looked heavy and he carried it all for no reason AND it was like 200 degrees out that Aug night. They didn’t want any of the dessert I offered them and I don’t blame them, it smelled like a chard apple.
We closed the door and burst into laughter. The front window in my apartment faces the street and we saw the fire truck lights and looked out to see the truck and the fire ladder up and extended real close to our window.
Oops.
Well at least we know we've got great NYC fire fighters!!!!
This just goes to prove that we are all becoming better New Yorkers cause we didn’t even notice the fire truck or sirens outside the window.
We all went back to my apartment. Rebecca asked Bekah if she would give her a haircut. Of course Bekah would, she loves cutting hair and we are all so very grateful cause she’s so so good at it!
Since I’m not a hair dresser I thought it would be fun to put an apple strudel in the oven to cook while Bekah and Rebecca did the hair thing. When I say “put an apple strudel in the oven” that is all I mean. It was frozen. All we did was pre-heat the oven, put it on a cookie sheet, and bake it for the appropriate time. Easy.
The apple situation was in the oven for about 10 minute when it started creating smoke, a lot of smoke. We decided to open the two windows in my apartment to let the smoke out and maybe cool the place down since we turned the oven to 450 degrees when it already felt like 200 degrees naturally.
The smoke increased and our fire alarm went off. We opened my front door. The alarm in the hallway of my apartment went off. We took the apple treat out of the oven and rearranged it so the syrupy stuff in the apple strudel would quit dripping and making so much noise from the hallway and living room alarms.
We got the fire alarms to quiet down and finished cooking our dessert. The hair cut was done. We had a lot less smoke in the apartment and were ready to enjoy the dessert.
We hear a really loud knock on our door. The three of us just start laughing; it’s a natural defense mechanism. Laughter doesn’t get enough credit. It’s such a great thing. I answered the door to find four big firefighters, the one facing me was holding an ax, yes, an ax.....without any az cover.
“Have you been cooking?” said the firefighter with ax.
Unfortunately we had been “cooking” (if that’s what you call putting a frozen dessert in the oven) I had to answer “yes”. “It smells like Chinese food” one of the men without an ax but with a tank of oxygen stated. “That must have been from the people who lived here before us cause we obviously don’t know how to cook” Bekah said. The firemen, in all there gear and more sweat then I would like to remember, just smiled and gave a little chuckle.
“Do you want some apple dessert guys. We are really, really sorry about making you come out here.” I said, while I was still kind of laughing.
“Just wait for your bill from the Mayor”. The one with the ax said. I would have said that too, it looked heavy and he carried it all for no reason AND it was like 200 degrees out that Aug night. They didn’t want any of the dessert I offered them and I don’t blame them, it smelled like a chard apple.
We closed the door and burst into laughter. The front window in my apartment faces the street and we saw the fire truck lights and looked out to see the truck and the fire ladder up and extended real close to our window.
Oops.
Well at least we know we've got great NYC fire fighters!!!!
This just goes to prove that we are all becoming better New Yorkers cause we didn’t even notice the fire truck or sirens outside the window.
4 comments:
i'm so glad you started this blog.
Yummm! Who needs to know how to cook when you live in NY city, you can go out to eat cheaper than you can buy the food to cook it! But a good fireman now that you need!
HAHAH I can't believe the fire trucks showed up! That's too funny.
Jim can attest to bekah's great haircuts!!!!
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