the exploding potato caper

To preface this lovely little story, this is the reason I started this little blog in the first place. Crazy stuff like this always happens to me and it was high time I documented some of it.

So last night I was cooking up a nice little dinner for us. I had started the baked potatoes a little early and decided to pull them out of the oven before the chicken was quite done. (just for the record, I did cut off the ends of the potatoes before I stuck them in the oven).

So as I pull each potato out I give it a nice big oven mitt-ed squeeze just to make sure they are done.

I'm crouched over the oven with the last potato in my hand about six inches from my face. I give it a little squeeze and....
There is seriously no other way to explain what happened next other than...

It explodes.

In my face.

And my eyes are even open.

I sit there in shock for about half a second and then Kolton who is also in the kitchen turns around. He quickly surveys the scene in disbelief and then immediately reaches for his phone in his pocket and starts taking pictures of my face while laughing uncontrollably.

By this time I am also laughing uncontrollably.

Potato was EVERYWHERE.

The empty skin lay on the floor and the contents were all over the oven, on the counter, on the floor, on the cupboards, EVERYWHERE.

So we both stand in the kitchen for a bit while Kolton snaps pictures and we are both still cracking up.

I don't think I have ever laughed that hard in my life.

I had tears running down my face, snot dripping out of my nose, and my laughter is coming out in big choking gasps that sound remarkably like sobs.

Oh heavens, we were dyin.

Of course our laughter gradually subsided as it was time to clean up and we remembered how well potato does NOT sweep or wipe up.

But it was still one of the funnier things that has ever happened to me.

And here's your proof:

(Courtesy of Kolton)

Look real closely and you can maybe see some of the potato. If you can't see it, just trust me on this one. It was in my hair, in my eyeball, on my chin, down my shirt, etc.

Again, you may not be able to see it, but just trust me.

It was EVERYWHERE. Minuscule bits of sticky potato were EVERYWHERE.

And there you have it.

 Another disaster in the books for me.