This Chicken's Toast

When Peter was little his favorite movie was Ghostbusters. The child LOVED this movie.  We would watch it over and over and over again.  One of the lines from the movie that he most repeated was, "this chicken's toast!".  

Now, you may be thinking to yourself, where, exactly,  was that line in the movie?  I don't remember toasted chicken.  Well, that would be because the line wasn't in the movie.  The actual line was "this chick is toast!" (referring to the floating Sigourney Weaver character.)

Okay, cute child.  But, you may ask, what does this have to do with the above picture.   

Let me share.

On Saturday, the man-of-my-dreams and I attended a funeral.   Shortly after the funeral began the MOMD's phone rang.  (On silent, of course, we WERE attending a funeral.)  He checked to see who was calling and it was our Zach.   Now, Zach knew that we were at a funeral and he is not a boy to call and chat so we decided it would be best for MOMD to slip out (fortunately, we were right by a door) and call home.   As he came back in and sat down I asked if everything was alright.  His rely?  "It is now."

It seems that the sweet boy Zach moved the recipe box from the countertop to the stove not realizing that the burner had been turned on, and walked away.  As he was going upstairs to shower he glanced back to the kitchen to see smoke and flames coming from the recipe box. Being the quick thinking child he is, he grabbed the box, dumped the recipes on the counter and put out the flames on the burning recipe box.  (He said later, "I had to save the recipes, Mom.") Disaster averted!

Now we still have a house and the treasured recipes and  except for the slightly burnt smell and the singed edges they just look like ...toast.