Yep. The master chef lit up the kitchen! I freaked the bleep out. Scared the heck out of me. Here I am, rockin out on Guitar Hero while DH cooks our quick Friday night dinner (baked chicken and home fries), and what do I see out of the corner of my eye? Him swatting a towel at a fire taller than the pot he was frying the home fries in.

I threw the guitar and ran around like crazy trying to find our fire extinguisher, but of course I didn't find it. Luckily he beat it out safely without hurting anything.
He was frying in a pan that was too shallow and SOMEHOW spilled the grease over on the stovetop and SOMEHOW caught it on fire with an electric stove! I'm teasing the heck out of him. But it did make us realize we don't have a fire extinguisher. (I thought all apts did?) It is a good thing he knows how to put it out, because I woulda done alllll the wrong things!