|Note the burned exterior.|
I just wanted to bake cookies to take to my grandparent’s house this afternoon. That’s all.
We went to the grocery store. I stuck to my list. I did not buy ice cream, or even walk down the ice cream aisle. I got home, settled my child in front of Nick Jr, preheated the oven to 375 and started mixing up ingredients.
As I returned the milk to the refrigerator, I saw it. Black smoke billowing out of my oven.
Remember the lasagna that no one would eat? Well, apparently something overflowed when I baked it earlier this week. I wouldn’t have known about it … I don’t pay attention. Or clean my oven.
When I pulled open the door, I saw FLAMES.
I stayed calm. I did the reasonable thing.
I … threw a box of baking soda in there. Literally, the whole box. On accident. I meant to just dump some soda on the flames, not toss the whole box in. So then I had to fish THAT out, before the box caught afire. As you can see in the photo above, it was well on it’s way. Retrieving it required Husband’s grilling gear, one of those poky things that are used to spear meat, and a whole lot of gumption.
1. Our smoke alarm doesn’t work.
2. I need to clean my oven.
3. I may need to stop cooking altogether.
4. WHAT THE HELL?! Does this stuff happen to other people? Wait. Don’t answer that.