Serving forks can be deadly.
Back in the ‘70’s I was a cop and got called to four domestics on a day shift. Only one came up to an arrest. I got a call from the ambulance who were treating a victim. Two older people were inside, one with a serious head wound (all head wounds bleed like hell). I went inside and there was the woman calmly cooking, the old man drinking Jim Beam and bleeding like a stuck pig. She turned to me and said “Yeah, I hit him on the head with a potato masher.” All the while, the oven was spewing smoke like a blast furnace. I looked at the oven setting and it was way up there, as high as it could go. the potatoes were burning in the pots that had burned dry. They had two more bottles of Jim Beam on the counter. I decided I didn’t need no more calls there that day and tried to put the cuffs on the male. The wife jumped me. I called for back up and when it arrived, I said “Watch this.” I reached for him and She jumped me. Finally we arrested both, escorted them to the cars and at the time I went to secure the house, the potatoes caught fire, the turkey burst into flames and we got everything under control. When they let them out the next day at the same time, at the processing desk, the old man (with brand new stitches in his head)said “ That was the best Thanksgiving meal I ever had.” (delivered by a church for all prisoners). She hit him on the head with her purse, broke open his stitches and we repeated the whole process, without the fires.