We had some brown rice and sauce left over so Nate decided to make himself some hard boiled eggs to go with it in his Monday lunch. He started the eggs and when they began boiling I turned the water down to simmer. Then we both settled back to relax and enjoy our Sunday evening.
Around 6 PM we got a text that my nephew N was born and at 6:40 we got the go-ahead to drive to the hospital to see the baby. So I gathered my camera and we made the one-hour trek to the hospital.
N is beautiful. Enough said. We hung around long enough to watch him get his first shots (pitiful!) and his first bath in the nursery. We visited with my sister and brother-in-law and even got to hold the little bundle.
Baby N, about 2 hours after his birth. |
Then Nate said, "Katie, did you take the eggs off the stove?"
You can imagine our horror when we realized neither of us turned the stove off. Nate started calling neighbors to see if they'd check on the apartment but nobody answered. ("What are they going to do anyway?" I asked. "Watch it burn down?") He finally reached his dad, who was about 20 minutes south of our apartment and who agreed to go check out the situation. (When we got home and met him, he said, "I don't know what I was going to do, other than watch it burn down.") Did we try the complex's emergency line? Yes. No answer.
We rushed home without getting pulled over and we booked it into the apartment. The water in the pot had completely cooked off. Amazingly, the pot was fine as were the eggs.
Lucky us? Yes indeed.