we had a similar experience last night, vb.
dw decided to make skinless "bbq" chicken in the broiler downstairs (in my
), and proceeded to baste the heck out of the bird with sauce.
i was playing in the living room with the wee one, when suddenly she started screaming that there's a fire in the broiler!
as i was trying to step over piles of toys to get to the kitchen, i remarked "of course there's fire in the broiler. that's how the oven gets hot!
but she didn't laugh. smoke was pouring out of the bottom of the orange glowing oven, and a thick pall was filling the kitchen. she pulled out the blazing tray and was about to throw a glass of water on it, which i deflected and got soaked.
i grabbed the fire extinguisher that i keep handy mounted under the sink, but i was able to just put out the little fires in the broiler tray with a wet towel and my hands, and remove the pieces of chicken. apparently, little pools of chicken fat and bbq sauce caught on fire.
by using the towel, i was able to save the chicken.
might have had a funky flavor if i'd used the extinguisher (might have improved her cooking!
... just kidding. the chicken was deelish).
i spent the next half hour cleaning all of the soot off the front of the oven doors. haveta get to cleaning out the inside soon.
ya know, with claire's post about kitchen disasters in mind, us guys are pretty capable in the kitchen, maybe even moreso with disasters. dw was surprised at how calm i was, and how i thought about how to handle the type of fire, and not destroy the chicken.
so that's my oven fire story.
and vb, i agree with ayrton, for being so lady-like and deftly handling your paramour.