Wild Rice Soup Disaster

A couple summers ago my dad wanted to take a self-guided camping tour around northern Wisconsin so that he could see Wisconsin's waterfalls, apparently something he had wanted to do for about 2o years.

During the trip we stopped in Bayfield, and they grow a lot of wild rice up in that area so I picked up some wild rice soup mix.

When I got home, I decided to make it. So I set a big pot of water to boil, and it doesn't....and doesn't....and doesn't....but it gets hot enough to add the soup mix, so I toss it in. It kept not boiling, so I went downstairs to the basement to check my email, and in the time it took for me to simply log on and run back upstairs to check the soup, it had errupted into a violent boil, with tons of soup having spattered onto the walls and spilling out onto the burner.

So the kitchen was filled with smoke and the soup was getting charred to the stove, and the smoke detector starts screaming. So I open all the windows and doors in the house, get the pot off the burner, and start fanning off the smoke detector with a newspaper to get it to shut up. After several minutes of fanning the thing was still going off, and that's when it struck me that the sound was coming more from the left than from in front of me.

I stood there feeling like an idiot when I realized that I had, for the last couple minutes, been fanning off the doorbell, not the smoke detector.

*sigh*