Muffins

Don't you just love the smell of muffins? Tonight my mom made pumkin muffins. Warm, fresh baked, with just the right amount of brown sugar and pecans on top. I almost dropped over when I first saw them.
And then we smelled the smoke.
See, you need to clean an oven if caramel and toffee bubbles over the side of the pan to the bottom of the oven. My mom was on her way to clean it, but of course... she did not reach it soon enough.
"DAVID!" she shouted, calling to my dad. "DAVID!" My dad came walking up the stairs a few moments later, though he confessed later that he did not rush to us because he thought my mom was only hollering because she saw a spider.
However, fire extinguisher in hand, my dad charged the oven.
"Wait!" hollered my mom. She grabbed a box of salt and hurled handfuls of the tiny white crystals into the crackling, brilliant flames. My dad and I stared, open mouthed, wondering what she was doing with some salt when there was a fire in the oven. A FIRE! Within a few moments the flames died down.
"An old technique I remember from cooking class," my mom informed us. "Salt will put out oven fires."
After we made sure the fire was gone,  we all burst into laughter. Laughter releases tension, and we were all very tense.
Before my dad returned the unused extinguisher to the basement, he grinned and said, "Next time, honey, just buy some muffins."