Your mission, friends, should you decide to accept it, is to figure out what the subject of this photograph is and how it came to be. I did add some art filters and distortion to make it less obvious. Here is the riddle that provides the answer:
For me it was just a typical morn
as the babe from the fiery furnace was born.
The crib was hot and ready for rest,
but where in the world could stand such a test?
Lacking for space, it lay down on a burner
and waited in ambush for me, the wrong turner.
The water was cold, though it wanted to boil,
when the beast with a bang sprang from its coil.
Lucky for me, I was just out of its reach,
but for your future well-being, I thee beseech,
if it is fire you need, and proceed with dispatch,
be more than certain you light the right match.
Wrong burner? But what, I can’t tell. The baby bit makes me think Dutch Baby, but that goes in the oven…