This morning, I had to wait for J to get home before showering, as I was expecting a delivery. When I came out of the bathroom I noted (because I am a very observant girl) that the apartment was filled with smoke and the vent fan was blasting on high.I wrinkled my nose and stated disdainfully, 'gross.' Lord knows I've never burned food before. I proceeded to fill the washing machine, while he apologized and I sweetly turned to him and said "I'll wager you didn't do it on purpose."
My cute husband looked sheepishly at me, as I asked what happened. Apparently using a COOKIE SHEET with no edges to make bacon in a gas oven results in grease dripping onto the bottom of the oven and creating large quantities of smoke...WHO KNEW?! I simply walked across the room and opened the window.
My day cannot be botched, for I'm watching Sex and the City in just four short hours!!!
*Image taken from this website.
**The title to this post was written on a T-Shirt that I saw once when I was about 12 and was going to get for my big sister, but my mom wouldn't let me...curses, foiled again!
1 comment:
I can't believe your mom wouldn't let you get that shirt for your sister :) I can't imagine why! I'm a big fan of my plastic bacon plate that goes in the microwave. It has grooves to catch the grease and despite what the packages might say, I've never found a type of bacon that doesn't cook well in the microwave.
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