Personal Narrative-Fried Okra

Fried Okra Typically in the kitchen I am always taking precautions and moving slowly whilst hot things are crackling on the oven top, especially when I was completely alone. But this time a tiny mistake I had made started an unpleasant chain reaction. I was experienced in frying okra--well aware of the dangers of hot oil. My mom and I were frying okra one summer night but before the batch was complete she had to leave with my dad to the gym. Before my mom left she told me, “we have an electric stove, so if there’s a fire do not pour water over the oven top, it could explode or the fire could grow.” I was unaware of this, yet offended that she would even assume I’d make such an amateur mistake like that, “you don’t need to tell …show more content…
As I was just finishing frying the last batch of okra I shoveled crunchy pieces of okra onto a plate that was already piled with others. Instinctively, I removed the pan from the burner, but my naive self-had fuzzy, socks on without grips. I slipped, hot, crackling oil flooded into the hot burner that was still on. Before I even had time to process what had just happened a big, orange, scorching hot fire appeared in front of my frightened eyes. At first, I stood there speechless, my heart practically about to burst out of my chest, my stomach churning the way women had churned butter. The fire began to enlarge, I felt tremendously flustered as the hotness of the fire sank into my skin, yet I was still shivering. After it clicked into my head I praised the Lord for the placement of the sink in which contains the baking soda--right next to the oven top. I dived to the sink and pulled out a box of baking soda filled right to the middle. Tightening my grip on the box I violently shook it onto the burner and pan. Only a few heartbeats later did the fire completely vanish into the baking soda. At this point, I was in way too much shock from this alarming event to perceive the mess I had made. I darted into my parent's empty bedroom and called my mom when she had answered my heart was still racing and I failed to discontinue my uncontrollable shaking. I informed her what had happened and she