Typeminer wrote: . . . I had enough excitement with gasoline in the coal furnace that one time . . . .
GlytchMeister wrote:GAS in a COAL furnace?!?
Are you MAD?
Because I am... And that sounds exactly like something I'd do just to see what happens.
Typeminer wrote:Well. . .
I was about 13. No one else was home. I thought the fire was dead out, and we had a bulk tank of gas in the yard. I got maybe half a cup of gas in an empty soup can and went to pour it on the coal. There was a spark down there somewhere. It blew back at me, and I dropped the can, spilling the remaining gas onto the concrete floor. There was a brief, exciting fire that slightly melted my sneakers and popped the lid off a can of paint that was sitting there.
Realizing that I was still alive (and that the gods must be saving my ass for some
really jolly punchline), I put the lid back on the paint can, stoked up the fire, swept up the floor, disposed of the soup can, and never spoke of it to anyone for a long,
long time.
More than 40 years later, I learned that my father had done basically the same thing with kerosene and his grandmother's stove as a kid. Not that that inspired me to share.

In my case, it was a burning barrel for burning trash . . . it was a most marvelous
WHUMP!!! . . . or would have been if I hadn't been bent over with my ear about three inches from the side of the barrel!
And if the hood on my parka hadn't caught fire . . .
I had the hood on the parka out and the parka back on by the time mom came out the back door to see about the way the house had rattled. "There must have been a spray can in the trash or something . . ."
When I went back in, she pinned me down, got a confession, asked if I'd learned anything . . . then told me to go look in the mirror.
I was missing my eyelashes and eyebrow on the left side.
I didn't even get in trouble . . . she said I was still green when I came in.
Dave wrote: . . . Years ago, the Boy Scout troop I belonged to went on a winter-ish weekend camping trip. We were using charcoal stoves for cooking. One patrol's cook-of-the-day hadn't used enough charcoal lighter-fluid to get his stove started properly, and after the starter burned away and the flames were gone there were only a couple of smallish spots on the briquettes that were glowing.
He could have spent the time needed to fan it properly and get the heat to spread and the rest of the charcoal to catch fire properly. He didn't.
He took out the can of charcoal lighter and sprayed a hefty dose on the coals. There was a hiss, and a big cloud of white vapor arose. He leaned over and blew forcibly towards the hot-spots.
FWOOMP! The whole vapor cloud flashed into a fireball.
He went skidding back over onto his tail. His bangs and eyebrows were singed. Fortunately, his eyes and skin didn't take any damage from the brief flame exposure.
I doubt he ever did that again.
You might be surprised . . . though he might have done something not
exactly the same . . . "Experience is a lovely thing . . . it enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again."
I
swear it rained flaming boards for fifteen minutes!
I've made variations on that mistake with gasoline at least four times . . . though after the burning barrel I recognized the problem and use either an ignition delay or remote ignition. Wrapping a paper towel around a rock, lighting it and throwing it works well for remote.
I also used that when I intercepted someone else after he dumped ten gallons of gasoline on a burn pile, but before he lit the match . . . that was a truly awe-inspiring
WHUMP!!! "We have liftoff . . ."
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Warrl wrote:Dave wrote:Milk in the US is typically Pasteurized at 161F for 15 seconds. The FDA also accepts a longer, lower temperature process (145F for 15 minutes) as being effective...
Thanks, that makes me feel more confident about the safety of something I did a while back. (I kept a small amount of soup, very carefully, at 160 degrees... for about 4 hours, with no lid. Thai curry soup turned into a really wonderful pizza sauce.)
That's standard practice, actually . . . it's very common to keep soups and stews simmering, sometimes for days. The flavors all blend together in a marvelous fashion.
In fact, people used to joke about inheriting soups from their grandmother, who had inherited it from her grandmother . . .
That's the premise of a crockpot: long cooking times at medium temperatures . . . 12, 16, 24 hours at 150-160 degrees (and up). Of course, you want to make sure that it gets to temperature fast and stays there.
The basic food-safety rule is that food should be under 40 degrees or over one hundred forty degrees (Fahrenheit), never in-between (except for serving, of course, and it's better to keep it hotter or colder even then).
--FreeFlier