Fire in the microwave

Went to work yesterday. Fr. Larry goes to annoint someone. Comes back and hands me a plastic bag. "Would you like some pierogies?" he asks. "Sure." Later I realize they came from a person who might not be long for this world. She gave them to him and he passed them to me. Any way, I will eat anything with potatoes, so I took them. Dinner rolls around so I decide to fry them up. They are frozen. With relief I realize they came from Jennie's Pierogi's, a store on Middlebelt Rd. So I take the whole bag and throw it into the microwave, press the button for defrost cook and the start button. Now I need onions to cut up. I go to the pantry and the most horrific smell consumes me. I look around and what do I see? A bag of rotten potatoes in a plastic bag. Dripping. I quickly toss them in the garbage. I gather my onions and start cutting up the onions that I will use to smother the pierogies in. Something smells like smoke! I turn and look. Inside the microwave is a fire. Not a small one either. I open the door and see that the twist tie is on fire as well as the plastic bag. I blow on it but it still burns. Finally i pushed it around and took a deep breath and was able to extinquish it. The pierogies were still semi-frozen but good. I transfered them to another plate and finished defrosting them. I fried up the onions and the pierogies and waited for Mr. Big to come home. He asks what that smell is while opening a jar of Classico spagetthi sauce. He has spagetthi for dinner. Jessie and I ate the pierogies. They were delicious!

-pegs