Sunday I had to work. We were having the annual Thanksgiving dinner for our international students. I was in charge of the pies, pumpkin and pecan, as well as the sweet potato casserole. The object was to let our students participate in the making of the dinner and then partake in the traditional meal. Sounds like fun eh?

Things were coming along nicely. I was instructing several different students on how to make the pie crusts, the fillings and constantly reassuring others that while sweet potatoes may LOOK like boiled carrots, and they are in fact not.

Apparently cleaning staff are responsible for the kitchen in Campion Hall. Clearly they haven't cleaned the ovens since WWI. Just as I put the pecan pies in the oven, flames erupted.

Grease fire. Hello. People were screaming. I was yelling, "SAVE THE PIES!" followed by "GET ME A FIRE EXTINGUISHER"! Like my priorities? Needless to say pecan pie goo was sloshed all over in an attempt to save them. Then I have to put the fire out amidst the screams and running.

Alarms went off, we had to evacuate. Firemen came, the whole nine-yards. I was a little nerved by the police officer taking my statement. They actually made it seem like I was at fault for USING the fire extinguisher. I guess they'd rather the joint burnt down?

Anyhow, that was my entertaining Thanksgiving dinner story, one all of our students will remember forever.

ciao!

Drunken people who light fires in the building and wake up me up at 5:20 Ante Meridian should be stripped to their boxers and tied to a flag pole in the softly falling snow. That's all I have to say about that.