Reading the quilting board, instead of tackling some border quilting I must do to finish our anniversary quilt. Hubby in the sweet mood to make soup today, so while his oil heated up to saute the veggies, he was chopping. Then the pan caught on fire, and he got nearly hysterical when he turned around. He headed for the back porch with the flaming pan, and I grabbed the cornstarch to smother the fire. We noticed that the smoke detectors, which are hard wired, had no clue there was a fire. (Our ears were thankful for this) He cleaned the pan with the wire brush on his drill - thank goodness it wasn't me with steel wool and baking soda. Then I went back to my quilting downstairs, and he made soup. Just a crazy day in retirementland.