Then after about two minutes, I looked down below to find the pipes spewing coffee. I screamed for towels and buckets--and a number for a plumber.
The plumbers, even in the bad weather, came the next day. They installed new pipes and a garbage disposal, but not without giving me a lecture, and a $700 bill.
"Ma'am, I don't want to insult you or anything, but you shouldn't be putting coffee grounds down your disposer. I mean, you can, but just a little at a time."
Now somebody tells me! My husband tells me the disposer is my Christmas present. That seems fair.
Meanwhile this was not my only kitchen disaster. I was making bacon and eggs for my son and his friend. I microwaved the bacon and put it aside. Then I fired up the pan to make the eggs, and the flame caught the paper towel on which the bacon was. Son and friend freaked, but I found everything I could to smother the fire and finally put it out.
You may think these are accidents, but really I'm just trying to get out of cooking Christmas dinner.