John

Bolting as fast as he could move toward the kitchen door a mere second before the blast, he had the presence of mind to swipe at the knob and turn off the stove. His split-second reaction was heroic, but futile as the over-pressurized steam blasted a soaking cloud of beef stew onto the ceiling, two walls, and a window.
"Oh man, what a day," she exclaimed, opening the front door to the wonderful smell of beef stew.