This reminds me of the time I was given a deep fryer when I first moved out of home. I may have had too much oil in it and turned up too high because when I lowered my frozen chips into it a tremendous giant fireball flew across the ceiling. Very similar to the crown fire show.

Now the door in between my kitchen and lounge is glass so my husband comes running in “what the fuck just happened”? My answer “I don’t know but we are not having chips tonight”. What saved my ceiling was the fact it is wood panelled otherwise there would have been a giant scorch mark across it to remind me of my stupidity.