Fight Fire with Fire

Here are the Townsend Mansion, we are becoming acostome to fighting green bean fires. That's right, we burnt the beans again. We are becoming so good at it, we might even start teaching classes, "What to do if you forget about your green beans boiling 101" or "Cooking for Forgetful People". Yep, that makes 3 times for us burning green beans, not including a small french fry fire that was contained to a couple plates and a coffee table. We are sorely disappointed in ourselves to say the least. The sad part is that it was very sitcom like. We ate green beans for dinner, but had only let them cook about 1 hour, so we were planning on letting them cook another 2-3 hours before putting them away for leftovers. Well, we went outside to work on cleaning up the garage and putting together a work bench, and the next thing you know, "Do you smell something? Somebody is smoking something". After ruling out cigarettes, pot, and cigars, we determined that someone was either smoking or burning something nearby, but couldn't determine what. Moments later, I'm following Jeni into the house and as soon as she opens the door, she turns and give me a look of fear and shock. Suddenly, as we darted through the smoke filled house, we remembered the beans. We were maybe 1-2 minutes away from the fire alarm and a large fire. The green beans resembled charcoals more so than beans and the bottom of the pot was red hot. Luckily, we got it cooled quickly. The only trouble now is the smell. I don't know about you, but the smell of burnt green beans is not what you would call "pleasing". It no longer smells like the bed of roses that it once did. It smells like a mix of Febreze, ashes, rotten green beans, and vanilla scented candles. Mostly ashes and green beans. Good times. I'm looking forward to coming home tomorrow after a long day at work and breathing it the fresh burnt smell.