We got a little too busy one morning and left some hardened coconut oil on the stove to melt. Heather’s yell startled me to focus. Smoke was rising to the ceiling as a three foot fire leapt up from the pot.
I grabbed an oven mitt and carried the fiery pot out the front door. The pot handle was oily, and it slipped from my grasp. As the pot hit the deck, flame and oil sprayed upward and outward, splashing my hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. You can see above that the edges were singed and coated in coconut oil.
The fire died out quickly, which is good because I had no loose dirt nearby to cover it. And that is the story of today’s recipe on Heather’s blog.