hot potato

adam's at scout camp so i joined my parents for dinner. i was sitting on the porch chatting with my mom when my dad came outside informing us that one of the potatoes in the microwave had burst into a flaming ball of fire and filled the house with a thick cloud of smoke. 

 now that's what i call one hot potato

as i write this all of our windows and doors are open but the house still smells like a campfire

now i know where my awesome cooking skills come from. kidding, my mom's actually a great cook. love her cooking, it's on fire, literally. i blame the microwave for this one.