Friday night, SWMBO and I were sharing a table at CT with a few friends, with each of us making occasional sorties to fetch back more victuals.
We had only just begun to stuff our faces and raise our BAC when she commented that one of the chefs was burning something, and the distinct smell of charcoal was indeed wafting through the air.
After a quick look about, I identified the source of the flames. The were *not* coming from a cooking station, and I promptly poured my glass (of inferior Brunello) onto the conflagration, dousing the fire and leaving a somewhat fruity aroma in its place.
The source of the blaze? My very own SWMBO, who had set a stack of paper napkins down ... right on top of the candles! :shaker:
This time, because there was no moving vehicle to fall off, I suffered no injury in extinguishing the fire. At least, none so long as she never reads this post!
