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Making Doughnuts Essay

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Making Doughnuts I am no chef or culinary genius by any measure, but the story I’m about to tell should amply highlight my expertise in the field of “how not to cook.” As a young man of about 14 or 15, I really enjoyed making food for myself, and usually managed to make something resembling an edible substance, so it was no surprise one evening when I decided that I wanted to make some of those small, sugar covered donuts that can be found at about any Chinese restaurant. Just as usual, I looked up a recipe for the donuts I desired to make then proceeded to lay out all my ingredients and mix them together. I had never really used oil to deep fry anything before, so I had no idea how hot it needed to be, this is where I made the …show more content…

BAM!!!!!!! The pot of hot vegetable oil caught fire. I panicked! In grade school I had taken a fire safety class that was given to everyone by one of the local firefighters. I remember we talked about grease fires and the man had told us not to pour water on a grease fire, because it would spread (this fact is important. I didn’t know where the fire could go since it was in a pan, which is what dictated my next actions, which turned out to be a chain of not-so- great decisions). When you’re staring at a flaming pan that’s sitting on top of a stove, threatening to possibly catch something else on fire or fill your dwelling with nasty grease smoke, you tend to feel the need to extinguish it, which is what I decided to do after watching the flaming pan for a few seconds. I reacted, sitting the pan in the sink and jerking the cold water on. The only thing I saw was a flash, I felt pain and smelled burning hair. The bright flash was what caused the pain and smell of burning hair; the pain was fire burning my hands and face, the burning hair smell, my eyebrows being removed from my face by my failed donut experiment. My mom had seen the flash from the other room and ran into the kitchen, only to discover that I had reacted on instinct and thrown the pan onto the kitchen floor, spilling oil all over. I regained enough vision by the time mom ran in to see her slip in the oil and flop on the floor. The kitchen was a

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