Yes, Jan, it was a dutch baby. I often make myself a dutch baby for breakfast. When I pull it out of the oven, I set it on the nearest heat-resistant-trivet-like surface—a burner coil on the stove. On this particular day, about an hour after breakfast—as I was talking on the phone and a little distracted—I decided to heat some water for coffee. Fortunately, I had moved about 15 feet away when from behind me came a gunshot-like bang and shards of glass were everywhere. Oops, wrong burner.