As Amy and I were poised to take a picture of Kevin bringing the bird out of the oven, the pan tipped slightly and spilled copious amounts of drippings back into the oven, which resounded with a menacing hiss. Suddenly the movie Backdraft was in the kitchen, as a huge wall of fire swooshed out of the oven, up the cabinets and hit the ceiling.
Neither Amy nor I managed to get a shot off as we stared in horror and imagined the whole apartment going up in flames. As Kevin calmly put the bird down on the counter, I yelled to shut the oven door and turn off the heat, which he did, and soon the fire was out. Not even a singe mark was found on the fire's route up the oven to the ceiling.
The food and the company was excellent - a grand day was had by all, and we definitely have a lot to be thankful for!
All I can say is, WHEW!!!!!