We had a bit of a fire last night. We bought our house from a little old lady who lived there for 80 years. She had a relatively new stove – purchased in 2006 and by the looks of it the oven had never been used. Scott was coming home around 7:30, and since it was so cold and late, I thought I’d just put a frozen pizza in the oven – you know quick and easy.
So, Scott got home and I started preheating the oven. After a few minutes, we noticed a peculiar smell. We figured it was because the oven had never been used. A few minutes after that, the smoke alarm went off, and I look in the window of the oven, where there was a spectacular fire!!! I knew there was nothing stored in the oven – I checked. I also knew it would be a bad idea to open it until the flames went out. I’ve killed some Tupperware in my time…
So the flames go out and I open the drawer under the stove. The drawer that is used for storage. You know, you put your cookie sheets or frying pans down there. The drawer that I hadn’t bothered to open yet because there was just so much more pressing stuff to do. So I open the drawer and find a broiling pan, on top of which is a black pile of ash. If I had to guess, I would say it had once been the owners manual. I pull out the broiling pan and put it into the sink. Pounded into the metal bottom of the drawer is a very important message. “DO NOT USE FOR STORAGE”.
I blame the little old lady.
Pizza turned out pretty good, actually!