One minute I was making French toast for breakfast, the next, an explosion occurred in the kitchen and we were drenched in beans. It's weird that the first thing that came to mind after it all was the pan with the bread on the floor. I was invested in that toast.
How did beans get into this conversation?
Well, my pressure pot burst open while on the stove and almost all the beans inside shot up to the ceiling alongside the pot cover. Thank goodness, it didn't shoot to my face and I also wasn't too close to it.
The impact was crazy and I initially thought it was a gas explosion. Apparently, the cover of the pot wasn't wound tight enough. There wasn't water in the pot anymore and the pressure burst it open.
It was a rain of beans and the ceiling looked like the upside down from Stranger Things. The handle of the pot cover broke as it flung to one corner of the kitchen and I think it might have hit my arm. I have a little swelling but it's no big deal.
Asides the broken handle, the pot is okay and I can still use it as usual. My gas stove however, suffered a huge dent from the recoil, I hope that can be fixed. I'm just glad I can worry about these things and not about something terrible happening to my face or head. That pot cover would have knocked me tf out.
A lot could have gone wrong in a split second and I'm grateful I only had to deal with cleaning up the mess. The very loud explosion scared the heck out of my dog who loves her life very much, my husband already was calculating what needed to be replaced, and I was wondering how I'd reach the ceiling to scrape all that beans off.
There was no loss except the pot handle, the cooked beans, and my French toast. It took me well over midnight to clean up the kitchen after work hours and everywhere's back to normal.