While preparing ribs this weekend in our oven, the juice - or what ever spilled over onto the bottom of the oven - charred into the cracks and crevices inside the oven. Now, how many of you asked why we cooked ribs in our oven? I did. Danny purchased and prepared the meat and learned we were out of propane while starting the grill. Well, tonight I planned to cook what I call "salsa chicken" -- chicken covered with salt and pepper and tons of salsa, with shredded cheese added at the very end. I started the oven and the dish never made it in. The stench of what was on the bottom of the oven was awful. Salsa chicken went back into the fridge and I quickly whipped up mac and cheese and hot dogs. mmmmm....
Well, what woman in her right mind wants to clean an oven by hand? Not this one. I thought this would be a great time to put the "self cleaning oven" feature to good use. I pulled out the manual to the oven and read all about the process. This was going to be great! The manual promised to heat the mess to such a high degree that it would turn the gunk into a fine powder, but warned of removing anything and everything near the machine due to the hot temps. I cleared the counters and prepared for cleaning ease. Ugh. Anything but. The smell started immediately...you know, the smell that happens when you are burning something in your oven. It took over the house and smoke alarms began. Notice alarms is plural. Ty was so annoyed/scared/confused that he kept saying "I hate those things" because the alarms would not stop. Imagine Danny and I standing under different alarms waving oven mitts trying to stop the alarms from sounding. Things would quiet down and just when we settled into our next activity, "beep beep beep beep". I thought the neighbors might come over to check on us, they were going off so frequently. I'm not kidding when I say I almost wet my pants laughing at the situation. At one point I was manning my alarm holding a quilted pack-n-play sheet. Why is it that clean laundry makes for great smoke-alarm-cutter-offers?
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Ha!! That's funny. If I were your neighbor I'd just think you can't cook... once I confirmed you and the family weren't burning to death, that is.
We don't have a vent/ fan in the bathroom upstair (who was the genius that designed our house??) so in the winter, when I take long, hot showers 9and leave the door open to vent out the steam) I usually kick off the fire alarms. However the genius that did design the house put in hard-wired fire alarms so we, too, can't just take 'em down and take out the batteries for said 30 minutes or so.... what a pain...
um, no one said we couldn't take out the batteries for the time being...we just never thought of that
I love stories like this. The fact that you forgot about taking the batteries out is even better!!!
GENIUS!!!! :)
and now you know... ; )
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