After our lakeside Christmas walk, I decided to warm my loved Tilieul Bread bought at the Cornavin train station, one of the few places it's sold while Rick put the tarp on the car.
I put the last piece in its bag into the microwave for a minute, and went to get a plate.
What could go wrong?
A lot.
When I opened the door, smoke, foul smelling smoke, billowed out, although it was a pretty beige. A beige liquid was on the walls and floor of the microwave not unlike that when we popped popcorn.
My husband came in at the moment and was able to open the window, which was too high for me to reach.
"You can't put paper in the microwave and aluminum."
"I know about the aluminum," I said. At that moment I didn't think how when popcorn was popped in a paper bag, the same brownish liquid had to be washed out of the microwave without any smoke.
The bag was in crispy pieces: the bread charcoal like.
The roof of the microwave had buckled.
We will probably wait until early January to get a new microwave figuring there will be too many people taking advantage of the Christmas holiday after sales. Many businesses close for Christmas week, but the major stores reopened on the 26th. The full workforce won't be back until around January 6th.
The Christmas fire that wasn't quite a fire will be a Christmas memory.
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