Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Grandma - Babysitter and baked bean terrorist

When I was young, my mother worked two jobs and went to night school. As a result, we spent a lot of time at my grandma’s house across town. We didn’t mind, except for the fact that she only owned 3 videos – Priscilla: Queen of the Desert, Riverdance and Lord of the Dance. Really, how many times can you watch these things? (answer: 714)

Anyway, one night my mum was coming home late, so we were staying the night. Grandma let us choose whatever we liked from the kitchen for dinner. I went for the chicken (it was a safe bet. The time before we had had liver) and my youngest sister, N, wanted baked beans.

Grandma chucked the chicken in the oven, set the baked beans can on the top of the stove and we all settled in to watch Hey Hey it’s Saturday.

After about ten minutes, the kitchen exploded! My grandma, who had been through WWII did the most logical thing and squawked, then hid behind a pillow. L, N and I went to investigate and learnt that cans which contain compressed contents don’t take well to heat.



After it was decided that I was the tallest person under 70, I would have to get onto the bench and clean the walls and ceiling. To make matters worse, Grandma was too busy critiquing my cleaning and burnt the chicken. So this is how I spent a Saturday night in winter, as a ten year old.


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