The recipe for Mississippi Mud Cake said to brown the marshmallows, not set them on fire. Oops. I smelled something burning - the marshmallows! I ripped open the oven to find my 9×13 pan covered in flames! Being the \”bright\” and \”calm in disaster\” type of person that I am, I blow the flames. Yeah, bright as a house engulfed inflames!
I yelled for my husband. I did manage to turn off the broiler. He had me get flour and threw a large scooper-full onto the raging inferno within my oven. It reduced the flames quite a bit. He then asked me to get the squirt bottle. In all my pregnant glory, I sprinted to retireve the squirt bottle. In the chaos, a kitchen towel had been thrown on the floor. In my athletic moment of truth, I stepped on it, and it caused my foot to slip from beneath me. In a not-so-graceful manner I hit the floor, in all my pregnant glory. I laid stunned while my husband got the squirt bottle.
By this time, the fire was out, and Paul was able to help me from the floor. The Mississippi Mud cake was ruined, but the dump cake (situated below the other) survived. The 6 teens that arrived 15 minutes later were able to enjoy some homemade dump cake and Oreos.
I called the doctor on-call about my fall. Apparently these little dumplings within are pretty well insulated. She had me sit, do a kick count, and be attentive to contractions. Baby is moving, hiccuping, and contractions have been limited to the normal, random Braxton-Hicks-type kind. I am relieved. Our house did not burn down and baby is just fine. Whew, what a night…
Oh no- I hope youa re okay. I fell when I was pregnant and the doctor said the same thing. And mud pie with browned marshmellows sounds super good!