Heh, heh, heh. Reminds me of the time when I was a teenager and the pilot was out on my parents gas stove. I went to light the oven by hand with a match and the blast threw me 8' across the room up against the wall. Singed all the hair off my arms and eyebrows.
It was summer in the South and usually hot and very humid. Learned to stay in the A/C places and carry a handkerchief to keep the sweat out of my eyes. And, to NEVER put sunscreen on my forehead.
WOW- I took the same flight as you once. It was on a Propane stove. it blew me right out of the kitchen (small).