The fruit sugar thing reminded me of something that happened right after I got out of the service, and before I quit drinking. In my father-in-law's basement, my brother-in-law and I were making rocket fuel using confectioner's sugar and saltpeter. We had half a fruit jar full, on the floor, and were testing half a teaspoon full on a metal table. We were adjusting the proportions of the mixture. When the test sample was lit, it threw an amazing flame and sparks everywhere. One wayward spark landed in the jar. Flames from the jar hit the rafters and spread an impressive way across the overhead. My father-in-law was alerted when white sweet smoke began pouring out of the heater vents. It is hard to imagine how much chaos that half a jar of saltpeter and sugar made in about 5 seconds. No house fire ensued. In my own defense (I guess) It was doubtful that either Tim or I were entirely sober at the time.
I am not entirely at fault here. Ask me about the time Tim created a steam explosion in a big smoker and blew two frozen turkeys 100 feet in the air. I had nothing to do with that. Although Tim might still differ with my assessment, no one was seriously injured.
