These are some hot nachos
"My boyfriend and I are avid home chefs (I use that word loosely), and one of our favorite quick-'n'-easy meals is nachos. Pretty simple. We've made these dozens of times, and I like to finish them off under the broiler (I feel it's just a bit quicker).
"Now, the top rack in our oven is barely low enough for me to slide the nachos in, but I get them in without touching the broiler… or so I think. It takes all of about three minutes for smoke to start rising from one of our burners. I think the burner is broken, but my boyfriend has the smarts to realize that it's the oven.
"He looks through the glass and yells, 'The nachos are burning!' then proceeds to run around grabbing the oven mitts, turning the broiler off, etc. I take a look through the glass and see flames. Our nachos have literally caught fire, and the smoke is coming through the burners on the range. There may not have been enough room between the nachos and broiler. Oops.
"I start yelling, 'They're ON fire, the nachos are ON fire!' which makes my boyfriend panic even more. Neither of us knows what to do. I start yelling that I'm going to call my Pop (what I call my step-dad) because he used to be a fireman and then head of safety in a refinery unit. My boyfriend hears COP.
"So he's screaming at me not to call the cops, I'm yelling at him that of course I'm going to call my Pop. My Pop is on the phone by this time, very confused and shouting whatever instructions he knows based on what little he's getting through the phone. It's chaotic. Finally, my boyfriend grabs the nachos (bare-handed, because he's a hero) and throws them into the shower and runs the water.
"Through all of this, the smoke alarm never goes off, not once. We trashed the soggy nachos and decided to go to Whataburger instead." -- Kerry Myers