THE PARABLE OF THE BURNT POTATO

As two of my children were attending a fireside talk, given by one Spencer Larsen of the Denver Broncos, who's parents live in our ward boundaries, and who is visiting during off season, I decided to delight myself with the preparation of a small baked potato, placed in the microwave for quick cooking. Then I sat down to the computer to blog.

And thus while I was blogging, a potato, set on the baked potato setting of my microwave, was busily cooking. And I was busily blogging. And it was thus so, until the thought came into my mind that perhaps thus spoken potato seemed to be cooking a bit too long. Not too worry, thought I, for there is a sensor on the microwave and it will shut off at just the right time for the potato and I will therefore have a delicious tuber in which to enjoy in a few minutes.

But I should have heeded that thought, for that thought did not come from me, but a higher power, warning me of pending doom. Suddenly, a loud thump and a sound I had never heard from a microwave before got my attention and I turned to discover flames pouring out of my microwave! The potato was on fire. The food destroyed, the plate it was on, destroyed, and I am too fearful to dare try the microwave to discover if it, too, is destroyed after throwing a glass of water on the burning spud. Alas, the lesson learned, if you are prompted to check on something, do not hesitate, for he that hesitates may end up with this:And I, the blogger, still hungry, wonder at the soot that remains on the inside of the microwave and how to get it off and the smoke that permeates the house and wonder at how to stop the smoke alarm and I know that promptings are very, very important.