10C vinyl surprise in mailbox, bigger surprise in oven
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So as I'm surfing the boards and posting that I received my 10C record today but lamenting that it's vinyl and I have no turntable, I console myself by making cookies. Chocolate chip, slice and bake. As I'm posting I hear the timer go off, so of course I finish posting first. And then I go to "what are you thinking right now thread" and take the time to post, "that I should go shut off the oven because my cookies are done." Because I am, in fact, that bored this evening.
Walk into the kitchen and think, "Gee, it's hazy in here." Realize that that's not haze, it's smoke. Open the oven door and create my own mini backdraft _ the inside of the oven erupts in flame. :shock:
I shut the door, turn the oven off. Oven dial promptly breaks and won't turn off. And it appears to be stuck in self cleaning mode, a zillion degrees. :wtf:
Well, this is a dilemma. Flames now filling entire oven. Dogs milling about anxiously as the smoke detectors go off and the annoying programmed voice says, "Fire. Fire. Fire." No shit, and why does the voice sound so accusatory? :problem:
Grab two of the three dogs, shove them into the backyard. Don't see third dog. Call 911, embarrassed, say, "Hello, I'm sorry, but my oven is on fire."
They tell me to get everyone out of the house. I say "okay" and go upstairs to find the third dog. The upstairs is filled with acrid, rolling smoke. I'm choking and my eyes are watering, but I find my frightened coonhound cowering by the bed in the guest room. Pick her up, carry her outside, keep other two dogs from running back inside, and go to the front porch to wait for the firefighters.
Pause at this point _ should mention that husband is a firefighter. In this very town. But is away on business at the moment. The guys pull up in two engines and a ladder truck. I know most of them, and the ones I know have teased me for years about my lack of cooking ability. I try, unsuccessfully, to explain that there's something wrong with the oven. They look skeptical.
Once things are settled down, and they've used their giant fans to clear the smoke from the first and second floors, I see one of them pecking away on his iPhone and laughing. Yep, it's already up on Facebook.
Phone rings. Funny brother-in-law, who happens to be fire chief. "Heard you had a fire." Cracks himself up laughing.
Called the husband who is out of state. He gently says that the top oven has been broken since Christmas and that we've discussed this in the past. Apparently it's only temperature mode is self cleaning, 700 degrees. Which even I know is probably too warm for Pillsbury chocolate chip cookies.
Said he: "Didn't you notice that I've only been using the lower oven for the past six months?" :roll:
Replied me: :think: "Uh, no."
So now the smoke has cleared but the house stinks of it, the coonhound is edgy and the neighbors are laughing.
But I'm still happy about my 10C surprise, even though I can't play it and won't be getting a turntable anytime soon because apparently now I have to buy a new oven.
And I really, really should start listening to the husband once in a while.
Walk into the kitchen and think, "Gee, it's hazy in here." Realize that that's not haze, it's smoke. Open the oven door and create my own mini backdraft _ the inside of the oven erupts in flame. :shock:
I shut the door, turn the oven off. Oven dial promptly breaks and won't turn off. And it appears to be stuck in self cleaning mode, a zillion degrees. :wtf:
Well, this is a dilemma. Flames now filling entire oven. Dogs milling about anxiously as the smoke detectors go off and the annoying programmed voice says, "Fire. Fire. Fire." No shit, and why does the voice sound so accusatory? :problem:
Grab two of the three dogs, shove them into the backyard. Don't see third dog. Call 911, embarrassed, say, "Hello, I'm sorry, but my oven is on fire."
They tell me to get everyone out of the house. I say "okay" and go upstairs to find the third dog. The upstairs is filled with acrid, rolling smoke. I'm choking and my eyes are watering, but I find my frightened coonhound cowering by the bed in the guest room. Pick her up, carry her outside, keep other two dogs from running back inside, and go to the front porch to wait for the firefighters.
Pause at this point _ should mention that husband is a firefighter. In this very town. But is away on business at the moment. The guys pull up in two engines and a ladder truck. I know most of them, and the ones I know have teased me for years about my lack of cooking ability. I try, unsuccessfully, to explain that there's something wrong with the oven. They look skeptical.
Once things are settled down, and they've used their giant fans to clear the smoke from the first and second floors, I see one of them pecking away on his iPhone and laughing. Yep, it's already up on Facebook.
Phone rings. Funny brother-in-law, who happens to be fire chief. "Heard you had a fire." Cracks himself up laughing.
Called the husband who is out of state. He gently says that the top oven has been broken since Christmas and that we've discussed this in the past. Apparently it's only temperature mode is self cleaning, 700 degrees. Which even I know is probably too warm for Pillsbury chocolate chip cookies.
Said he: "Didn't you notice that I've only been using the lower oven for the past six months?" :roll:
Replied me: :think: "Uh, no."
So now the smoke has cleared but the house stinks of it, the coonhound is edgy and the neighbors are laughing.
But I'm still happy about my 10C surprise, even though I can't play it and won't be getting a turntable anytime soon because apparently now I have to buy a new oven.
And I really, really should start listening to the husband once in a while.
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What were we posting about?
My brother is Fire Chief of Anderson AF base. hear about this kinda stuff all the time.
2010 watch the cookies go to fire!!!!!
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Funny story tho (or after all the smoke cleared - literally)
You're as bad as my bf at cooking!!!
In my defense, I am very, very good at ordering takeout. And I am happy to pick up the tab.
Me three
Glad all are well
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Funny story to tell now that its over!
Glad everything worked out ok.
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I don't even know if my oven works :think: ...haven't tried it since I bought the place 4 months ago...and after this...probably shouldn't try and find out :P
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Great story!! Glad you're all ok :thumbup:
... and I still think Drive-By Truckers are better.