"Mercy!" said Aunt Tabitha, the first time she walked in and saw me standing over a pan of cinnamon rolls that had caught fire. She grabbed for the flour and dumped it out over the pan, smothering the flames.
I’d heard of explosions in flour mills and had the general idea that flour is pretty flammable. Here was a chance to m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶l̶o̶s̶i̶o̶n̶ scientifically answer a question: